"Ugh!" Charity exclaimed after a while.
"What?" Joan asked, looking up from her book she was reading.
"Nothing," she said. "Just a writer's block."
Joan groaned. "I hate that."
"So do I," Charity replied. She pulled her guitar off and put it back in it's case and then set it off to the side of the bed and rolled over onto her back and read the music.
"I'm just another fallen angel, looking for someone to take me home," she sang, silently.
"You're a pretty good singer," Joan said.
"Thanks," Charity replied, blushing.
Thunder crashed and she and Joan jumped. They looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" Helen asked, looking in.
"Nothing," the girls said, still laughing.
Helen nodded. "Ok," she said. "Lunch is almost ready."
"Ok," they said, calming down.
She walked out and closed the door.
Joan looked down at her book and words spun around on the page. "What the—?" she asked.
"What?" Charity asked.
Joan stared at what was written once the letters stopped. "Charity possesses a gift" it said.
"Joan?" Charity asked.
"Nothing," she said. "I just kept reading the same line over and over it made no sense."
Charity nodded and then turned back to her song.
Joan looked up toward the ceiling. Now you're talking to me through my reading! she thought. She sighed and looked back down. What kind of gift did Charity possess?