Faith Heaven knew she had an odd name. She also knew that she, of all people, deserved one. Having been placed in a wicker basket at birth, with just a note, and unceremoniously sent down a river—Faith would have been more appropriately named Moses—to be discovered by a bony young woman with copies of the bible in every room of her Alabama home and her older, just-as-sane brother.
Evie and Jonathan Palmer lived in a small cottage, that was really more of mix between a shed and a trailer, in the middle of hot and sticky Nowhere, Oklahoma, as they advertised it.
