Though occupied by our work, we noticed Crystal drive up to the cabin. Ida and Fanny went to see what Crystal was doing. Once inside Crystal had locked all the doors. As Ida and Fanny approached, this Judas in women's clothing stood there wagging her finger at them; like an angry schoolteacher. Our daughters returned and shared what happened. This betrayal hit us like a freight train. Gavin soon followed in his truck. He sent his wife ahead first, to do what he was too afraid to do himself. Gavin, for all of his strong hard words, really was a coward.
Clad only in light clothing, we sat chilled in the woods trying to comprehend what was happening. The police arrived and joined the debacle. Gavin called them to enforce this cruel eviction. Being out of the cabin beforehand, spared us from any possible legal entanglement. With words dripping with condescension and pity, the officers gave tempting offers of a “hot drink at the police station.” Their insistence that “it was obvious we had made some bad decisions” only fueled our outrage. Though sobbing at the painful betrayal and treachery, our resolve had not weakened. We would not be hauled away in some police car to give credence to island gossip and rumors. If we had to leave, we would do it God’s way and not man’s. As a family, we rejected their pithy overture with great force. The lead of the Lord had led to this place. We would not betray our God for these people; even if they wore a badge. Satan had made a mistake.
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