With the spotlight trained fully upon himself and his achievements, Roddy regained some of the confidence he’d lost under Star’s merciless interrogation. He got up from the couch and moved a short distance away, giving himself room to pace dramatically before her.
“The first vision came to me from my Father when I was quite young,” he said.
“How exciting!” Star said.
She moved to the edge of her seat and gazed deeply into Roddy’s eyes while he spoke. The wave of approval coming from her washed Roddy along, back into the early years of his extraordinary life.
“By that, I mean my Heavenly Father,” he said, “not the worthless drunk who used to beat me and my mother ...”