Something tells me the church’s attic holds secrets and its
investigation looms paramount this morning before anyone
else arrives there for work, or nefarious volunteerism begins.
And, because I lingered all night with anticipation of Shane’s
arrival today, I barely slept a wink. I’ll make good use of the
early morning hours.
The sun’s rays strive for the horizon, but haven’t quite circled
over Seven Hills’ dusk. Meager darkness affords me the cover
I need upon slipping through the church’s door.
Before heading to the attic, I inspect the office to be sure Jane
or Jude aren’t here. I know they shouldn’t be, but I just have
to be positive they didn’t come in early for some reason,
setting my mind at ease. I unlock the office door and peek in.
No one. With all the quietness I can muster, I hug the wall
making my way to the sanctuary door only to see who I
believe to be Jude. There’s no mistaking his tall lanky
silhouette and immaculate beard, the most well-groomed
beard I’ve ever seen really, as he walks determinedly from
the confessional to behind the platform. I take a few sneaking
steps. He drops out of sight. I assume he went to the attic.
Following, I am sure to step without sound like a hunter
stalking a deer. At the bottom of the steps I pause and listen.
A few mellow noises come from above.
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