Donna smiled, doing her very best not to look disgusted. However, when Vera stopped bouncing around, Donna feared that she hadn’t been able to hide her disdain for the so-called prophet.
Vera squinted at Donna as ifshewere the weirdo. “What?” she asked. “What’s wrong? Are you worried about Cam?”
“A little,” Donna played along.
“Cam will be fine. He’ll follow the Lord’s instruction. Don’t worry. Your coupling with the anointed one has been sanctioned by God.”
The chick is off her nut!
Demented or not, Donna couldn’t help but pity her. There had to be something very important missing from her life. She was the perfect target for people like Robert Lee Khal. He was a predator that preyed on those who were lacking, whether it was love, family, affection, or spiritual direction. Essentially, he was nothing more than a conman. A charismatic, good-looking conman, but a conman nonetheless.
Donna tossed her backpack in the chair next to what she assumed was to be her bed and sat down on the hard mattress. “When will you marry the prophet?” she asked.
Vera’s giggle was a touch demented. “Oh, silly, we’ll all be married at the Enlightenment Festival. The prophet’s birthday.”
The festival was in a few months, so Donna would have to work fast. Fake ceremony or not, she would not be exchanging vows with Robert Lee Khal.
