"A ball of gas?" Malachi asked, incredulous.

No, he hadn't gone to school. Not the kind that everybody else went to -- not until he was much older than James was now.

"God never specified that it wasn't a ball of gas," he said. "Just that he made it. How else could it have gotten up there?

He lifted his gaze from the boy for but a moment, and- was this... Elijah's house? Malachi looked from the constable, to Ruth, to the cottage they'd arrived at.