Stories 88, 89, and 90:

Story 88:

She hastily dug her fingers through the grass. No rain, please. Not now. She ignored the first drops that hit her. The next were her own tears. The ring was lost.

Then her fingers closed around something metal. She pulled it out. She had found it. Now, it could rain.

Story 89: Twelve-year illness. Faith healed her.

Story 90: Two plus two equaled five that day, and as inexplicable as that was, nobody could deny it.