her, had been hidden from me.”
Derksen had been talking for a long
time, and the emotion had begun to take
its toll. She was talking slowly and
softly now. “She was very worried,”
Derksen went on. “She was so scared.
She had seen my anger. And now would
I stay locked in that anger and direct it to
her? Would I reject her?” To forgive her
friend, she realized, she had to forgive
Grant. She could not carve out
exceptions for the sake of her moral
convenience.
“I fought against it,” she went on. “I
was reluctant. I’m not a saint. I’m not
always forgiving. It’s the last thing you
want to do. It could have been so much
easier to say”—she made a fist
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