Doug wiped sweat off his face. Maybe he was wiping away a tear as well, he still rubbed his arm.
"Is that it?" Even to me I sounded angrily patronising.
Doug held his hands to his head. "Father Benjamin said that everybody knew the God of the Old Testament was different to the God of the New Testament. If we wanted instant relief from this bloody weather we'd have to call on Him.
"So Dad said slowly, like he was too busy thinking to talk: 'Nothing else is working, Benjamin. Perhaps it's time to call on our Old Testament God."