Her skin was as white as cold buttermilk. She was painfully destitute, just skin and bones. She lived on the streets of Roan Oak Alabama with her infant daughter, Kristy. Dirty torn and tattered, she had lost all patience with being delivered from the terrible situation she found herself in. The streets were harsh and unforgiving, even in a small town like Roan Oak.
There had to be a way to get off of the streets and into a home again. There had to be a way. Angela had chosen, Jesus Christ and she was positive he would come through for her. There was power in the name of Jesus and she knew he would see her and Kristy threw.