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Fiction Foundry 27

"Yes ma'am."

"Well that's wonderful," the old woman replied in a sweet and gentle voice, as she reapplied the locks with agility and force that defied her age.  The juxtaposition was striking, and Mike wondered just what it was that made Mrs. Hoffmeier so fearful.

"Now then, if you'll follow me."

Of course Mike already knew where the pastor's office was--everyone in the church did--but it was important to Mrs. Hoffmeier to observe all the formalities of her role as church hostess and guide. Upon reaching the door to the pastor's study, the boy took a deep breath to steel his nerves...and then turned the doorknob.

Mike's arrival apparently interrupted a conversation.  "We started two minutes ago.  We start at 2:30.  Always at 2:30!" Desmond announced.  He was rocking back and forth and just seemed generally agitated. Though no one exactly had a "summer tan" this time of year, Desmond was unusually pale.  More than that, he looked like he'd dropped at least ten pounds since the summer!

As the appointed peace-maker, Pastor Leedle interjected "Good afternoon, Michael!  We're so happy you're here!

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