“What kind of graffiti are we talking about?” asked Jude, whose hands were wrapped around a steaming mug.
“I left a few notes for Ransom,” he said. “Words of encouragement. Prayers and blessings. Sage advice. Scripture verses. Maybe a few doodles.”
Jude smiled. “I’d like to see that.”
“I’d like to add to it!” said Zeke.
—excerpted from Pursuing Prissie