Cerulean Cape make the dark feel darker than before

Was this normal?
Was this what was to be expected of her by God if he had not cast her aside? To preach; to repeat lines as if they had been rehearsed, even to those who do not wish to hear it?
To promise answers to questions that will never come? To promise relief from torment and anguish that will never cease?
Was this John's idea of helping?
Promise me one thing, John, her eyes tear away from him and instead land upon the stretch of soft white sand laying yards ahead of them. don't preach about your God to my mama. I don't think she wants to hear it either.
Would she be disappointed if she knew what had just flown from Dinah's lips? Or would she, too, be furious with the puppet-master who drove them into this chaos?