CHAPTER 32
And here comes the closing prayer. At least the sermon didn’t run overtime. That’s one thing pastors learn within their first week or two of ministry at Orchard Grove. You don’t make the old retirees sit on the patently painful pews for longer than thirty minutes max. Greg’s preaching lasted about twenty-eight minutes, and I could see him up there sweating a little as he raced through his last two bullet points.
I’m just glad it’s over. I’ve got to get home. Got to clean up after my canned ravioli from last night. Got to make sure I don’t leave Mom’s house a dust speck dirtier than it was when she left for my brother’s. I don’t have time for Pastor Greg’s long, drawn-out closing prayer.
I certainly don’t have time for Grandma Lucy to ask for the microphone when he’s done.
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