"For all this His anger is not turned away, but His hand is stretched out still".
- Isaiah 5 : 25b
A week later,
14 Crescent street,
Afternoon.
Josie is taken home by Meshach.
"I saw you few weeks away ago doting after my sister, disciple", Erica smiles.
Unfortunately, Meshach didn't acknowledge her sarcasm, he was lost in his own thoughts. What if Josie goes crazy in here? The priest never mentioned the exorcism to her family. He thought, staring at Josie who was sitting still on a wheel chair. A bandage on her forehead and arms.
"Hey, standing right here", Erica snaps her finger in front of him.
"Sorry", He blinks back to reality, "Please take care of her".
"I'll do that", Erica frowned, "Just go".
"Are you going to be okay?", asked Meshach.
"I'll undo whatever you creeps did to my sister. Just go", Erica opens the door for him.