The sermon was almost over. Jane couldn’t stand listening to another dry, old word that came from the priest’s cracked lips. When the Amens were concluded, she bolted from the hardwood bench, opened the heavy doors and sucked in the cool, Sunday air. It’s not that she didn’t normally enjoy a service, but today something was different... Read
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