By morning, Adelaide was beginning to understand why she'd never completely understood how God worked. Given that He had made the bewildering, maddening, incomprehensible species that was man from His own image, it stood to reason that the Creator would be a complicated mass of logic never meant to be understood by the female mind. That, or the fall of man in the Garden of Eden had taken them even further off the path than she'd ever realized

Then focus on thruth, not logic. Stop trying to figure out why and look for what is.

He bowed over her hand and kissed the knuckles. He'd never despised a glove more in his life.

You are no more responsible for what that man said than I am. You cannot take the blame for another's actions.