Mrs. Henry was in the kitchen humming a song and kneading a lump of dough when she heard her children arguing. She wiped her floury hands on her apron and went to the edge of the room to spy on her children before scolding them. Both of her sons faced each other, their fists clenched and ready to fight. Jimmy's face flushed red with indignation as he yelled at his brother. "Mother said it's evil to lie!" Billy, the elder of the two whispered, "Sh. Mother doesn't have to know." Jimmy shook his head. "But God will know." Mrs. Henry's heart swelled with pride. Both of her boys were good boys, but Jimmy was already showing a sign of loving God that touched her just where it felt wonderful. Billy, on the other hand . . . he was a difficult child. The mother sighed making her presence known. Both boys jumped, Billy so much that he wasn't even close to his younger brother anymore. "What are you trying to make Jimmy do now...