Two days later, in an interview room at the Los Angeles County Jail, Hope waited for her father, Harry. It had been more than a year and a half since they had last seen each other. At the time she left Anaheim, she had vowed she would never speak to him again. But she knew there wasn't much time to ask some outstanding questions and that, given her mother was now dead, he was the only one who could answer them. A door opened, and Harry walked in. He was wearing an orange jump suit and his hands and feet were chained. He was gently pushed down into a chair by the guard escorting him.

"Whenever you're ready, Reverend Camden," she said, "just press the buzzer behind you."

The guard left.

"Camden?" asked Harry.

"Yes, Dad," replied Hope. "I've taken my wife's name, so my son will have absolutely no connection to you. And just so you know, my brother is now Patrick Wilkinson. He took his wife's name to make sure his son and daughter have no connection to you either!"

"How far along are you?"

"Not that it matters ... but I'm due in a few months. I won't give you the due date, because it's none of your business."

"I presume the same applies to Ruthie and her daughter?"

"Right."

"And the girl living with you ... Rita?"

"You know about her?" Hope was surprised. She then said, "Ruthie and I have already started the adoption process. When both our babies are born, we'll wait a few more months after that, but then she'll be our daughter too. And she's already put in for a name change to Camden, given what her father did to her ..."

"I'm sorry that happened to her," said Harry.

"Really, Dad?" said Hope with fury. "You didn't seem all that sorry when you raped Patrick. From what Carrie told me, you were in ecstasy when you raped her! And just so you know, if you're going to apologize for Patrick, forget it. The door is closed on that, permanently. You'll have to justify yourself to God."

"It's not right what I did," agreed Harry. "For both of them. I'll never forgive myself, and I don't think God will forgive me either. No one deserves that to happen to them. Rita is lucky she found you and Ruthie ... and I know you'll both be good mothers to her. And for what it's worth ... congratulations on your marriage. I never thought I'd find myself approving of two women getting married, especially my own daughter, but you really deserve to be happy after everything you've been though. Especially what I put you through."

"Wow ... thanks, Dad," said Hope, surprised once again. "But don't forget, you're gay too, as Mom was, and you spewed hell fire for anyone who was gay. I can't look past that ... I remember the orgy."

"Yet, Hope ... you were a lesbian, and you never told us," her father replied. "Yes, we knew, Prudence and I both did. I'm sure you confided in Patrick -"

"I did," interrupted Hope.

"- but we didn't want to humiliate you, more than you were already by us. We wanted to make sure it was you who outed yourself, no one else."

"Well, you know I wanted to go straight. You knew about Chandler, and about Ed. My first question to you is, when Ed raped me, why didn't you have my back?"

Harry paused, then sighed.

"Hope, I wanted to support you. I truly wanted you and Chandler to get married. Your mother was so spiteful, though, that she threatened to out me if I did comfort you when you should have been."

"Dad, that would have given you the opportunity to out Mom."

"In which case, our ministry would have been destroyed."

"So, it was all about the money. You were used to the swanky lifestyle, of which I was a part, true, and you couldn't give it up."

"No," said Harry, ashamed.

"Second question: How did you guys manage to hide so much money? I know I ran a lot of it, but what you did took the cake. Tax shelters galore! And what about that weekend when you tried to make a trillion dollars disappear?" Hope was somewhere between concerned and angry.

"I had nothing to do with that, Hope. That was all your mother's doing. If Ruthie's friends in Europe and Australia hadn't caught it, then what happened in 2008 would have been a picnic by comparison. Still, we took a big hit. The margin call cost us fifty million dollars when the options became worth less than the strike price."

"Not that much when you have a few billion, Dad," Hope said sarcastically.

"The government's got it all now," said Harry. "Once the ministry is liquidated, you and Patrick will be left with just a few million ... plus the mansion, of course."

"Pat and I already decided to turn it into a home for unwed mothers and their boyfriends. We want good to come out of evil. The money can go for renos.

"Question three: What of your relationships with the Churches of God? I never understood it even while I was a part of your ministry."

"'Money talks, ideology walks.'"

"Lee Iaccoca said that ... well, it's true. Well, fourth question, and I promise there'll be only one more after this. What in God's name was Mom thinking, arming Iran? According to Rita and also Deena, the country already has the bomb - and we all know which country they're aimed at, Israel! After all the talk about how we need to stand with Israel as the arsenal of democracy in the Middle East ... why would she betray her own country?"

"She's the only one who can answer that ... but of course, she's dead. I can only speculate, Hope."

"Okay ... speculate."

"We had sources inside the Israeli government that they were finally going to stop settlement building in the Occupied Territories ..."

"You mean, Judea and Samaria, Dad. That's what you've always called the West Bank," said Hope.

"So does your sister in law, Sarah Glass."

"That's because she's Jewish!"

"Check," agreed Harry. "Well, I long ago came to the belief that there has to be a Two State solution, with the border being probably where the Wall is, even if it well inside the Bank. Prudence said that the Territories, including Gaza, should be annexed. We had a falling out about it. That's when she started inquiring about acquiring nuclear devices that could be set off to make Arabs look like a scapegoat."

"Including one at the Cave of the Patriarchs. My God ... that was MOM?" asked Hope, horrified. "If it wasn't for Ed, we would have World War III. He actually redeemed himself that night, the night Lisa and Brigitte got married."

"I think he did, and I think you forgave him for what he did to you."

"Yeah. I did. It was the right thing to do. He's in jail where he belongs. But yes, I forgive him."

"Well, anyway, your mother also had a backup plan. If Israel wasn't going to live up to its version of manifest destiny and subdue all the lands it was given to by God, or if it was going to surrender some of them in some kind of a 'peace treaty' we both know will never stick, then it didn't deserve to exist as a state, or anything. That's when she found a rogue technician in Romania, and paid her a ton of money for the recipe to make a bomb. No, they don't have it but they know how to make it. Your mother then turned them over to Iran, using Rita's father as the go-between, and got paid two billion dollars, which she split fifty-fifty with the father. Every penny of which has been turned over to the Justice Department."

Hope was silent. She had one question left, and she knew she had to ask it.

"Why did you send for me?" she asked.

"To tell you I'm sorry I ruined your life, and Patrick's. I don't deserve forgiveness from either of you," said Harry. A tear dripped from his right eye. "But I also can't die without looking into the eyes of my daughter and to tell you how proud I am of what you have made yourself - an outstanding minister and televangelist, a devoted wife, mother and sister, and a loyal friend to five other ministers who run what a church should truly be. Something I should have done when I had the chance. You can tell your church that I was so blinded by the whole Health and Wealth gospel that I didn't pay attention to taking care of the less fortunate, instead taking what little money they had. But I want to tell you this directly, too - the only children I ever harmed were your brother and Carrie. Your worthless mother - SHE molested all the rest, all two hundred of them, and tried to make me take the fall for that. That is the truth, as God as my judge. I know I'll never see my grandchildren - Patrick's, or yours. But they need to know if I would live longer, I would want to hold them, just once, before I finally did die."

"Well, I believe you, Dad, said Hope, "and as for what you said about me, thank you. As far as my and Patrick's children ... well, you forfeited your rights there when you raped my brother. I can forgive you for everything else, but that. Far as I'm concerned, you're my father in name only. But I thank you for setting the record straight. So ... they said a couple of weeks?"

"That. A month if I'm lucky," said Harry.

"Well, I'll pray to God your death isn't an agonizing one. At least that's something you don't deserve."

"I'm in palliative, so hopefully that won't be the case."

Hope got up, and signaled she was ready to leave. Before she left, she turned around and faced her father one last time.

"Dad?" she said. "If you haven't already, ask God to forgive you. She might throw you a bone after all when you're greeted by Saint Peter."

Hope walked out of the room, and towards her rental car. As she started the motor to drive away, she started sobbing uncontrollably for two minutes. She then called Ruthie.

"How did it go?" asked Ruthie.

"Well, I got answers," said her wife. "Not the ones I wanted, but answers nonetheless. Ruthie darling?"

"Yes, Hope?"

"How did the inspection go from CPS? Did we get the report back?"

"Flying colors. They have no problems with us."

"Great. I think we should adopt Rita ... now! Let's not wait until our babies our born, that way my four children already here will be her siblings right away ... and when ours are born, ditto."

Ruthie hung up the phone, and told Rita she was going to be her and Hope's daughter by the end of the week. Rita burst into tears, and jumped for joy into the arms of her new mother.