Religion had definitely been a part of Delia's life, too, but she'd had her doubts early. On the surface, Aaron Dawson should've been a good man and a good Christian, yet behind closed doors he did such terrible things to her that her faith was shaken quite regularly. Everyone had to believe in something, though.
Delia moved to position a cutting board alongside her new friend and washed her hands in the sink. "A famous singer, huh?" Shaking out her hands, she dried them on a towel. "With a voice like that, I'm surprised you didn't make it big." She didn't respond to the comment about visiting them in Arizona, mostly because she hadn't yet dared to hope that they'd ever get out of this mess. It wasn't that she thought the situation was totally hopeless; she just wanted to take it one day at a time for the moment.
"Sure. I can start washing and chopping." It would be good to have a Southern meal again. It had been years since she'd had any of the food she'd eaten growing up, and part of her missed it. Looking up at Belle she asked, "how did you meet your husband?" Belle had mentioned him a few times before, and Delia felt that if she didn't change the subject to something other than their mutual imprisonment she might go crazy.