Over the weeks following 9/11, Jordan got back into the normal flow of life at school (although to her relief, it didn’t entirely return to normal). For the time being, the prayer she had prayed on the bus several weeks earlier (for the focus of everyone’s attention to shift away from her) had been answered in the most diabolical of ways.
By that point in her life however, Jordan was actually beginning to questioning the whole concept of prayer: how could God give me this and at such cost?!?! But then also cause me to wet my bed like this too?!? (also technically an answer to prayer: that she wouldn’t have to grow up and take care of herself quite yet). He can be such a sick bastard sometimes, she thought to herself guiltily.
