In Locust Grove you were trying out a new church. It had the Gemstone name slapped all over it, but when you actually saw the sermon there were no Gemstones involved at all. It was a new man— an older gentleman you’d never seen before. Trying to exit at the end you got caught in a group of people bumping into the main pastor. He caught your eye while introducing himself to the group of people and personally shaking everyone’s hands. When he got to you he flashed you a fancy smile. “Names Baby Billy Freeman. Aimee-Leigh’s little brother. Did you enjoy that sermon there? I reckon I’m a right good pastor.” His voice was smooth and he had a heavy southern accent. You were caught off guard.