Then she typed:
Uncle Deji leaned back in his chair, a smile spreading across his face. He looked at the rain pouring down the open front of the shop. "Ah, you see?" he said, pointing at the sky. "Even heaven is downloading. The Church of Nigeria has spoken." Then she typed: Uncle Deji leaned back in
"Uncle, I think… it might not be officially available as a free PDF," Temi whispered, afraid to shatter his faith in modern technology. "Maybe they want you to buy the hard copy?" you see?" he said
"Is that it?" Uncle Deji whispered, his voice cracking. " Temi whispered