CHAPTER 30
Maybe I shouldn’t say this to you, but I usually lose interest about ten minutes into a sermon. Sometimes I sit and read the Bible, but there aren’t any close enough. I’d have to get up and walk back to the entrance where a few extra copies lie. So instead I study the backs of all the heads in front of me. The only one I don’t know personally is the pastor’s wife, but of course Mom’s told me enough gossip about her I could probably write several chapters of her biography.
There’s Joy with her squirming son. Her daughters must be downstairs in the nursery. I can’t see any of her face from here, but her husband looks stern. At least he does in profile. He lays his hand on the boy’s knee, and that gets him to sit still for a full ten seconds.
And now, as the pastor’s back to Kin
