She didn't expect to be held, but when the woman did so, it was such a relief that Carrie didn't bother to hold back the tears forming. It was so real, not a charade as it had been with her mother, whose embrace felt as one who only did so because they felt obliged to.
I know..somehow, when you came over, I knew. No, I don't mind talking. she didn't mind the tears that fell from her eyes, they weren't forced, or made her face scrunch up like frog or dying beast. This is how she wanted to feel in God's presence: loved, not cowered, on her knees for fear of some nameless sin.
but she knows how I felt atleast. Being accused from birth, blamed..being called a sinner because of an accident.