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HELEN JUST SITS DOWN after bringing out the main course when “Eye of the Tiger” starts playing from the kitchen. “Oh, I am so sorry,” she says, standing up. “Let me just take care of that really quickly and I’ll be right back.” She hurries from the room. Clark turns to me and says, “Do you think it’s anything serious?” “Hmm, it’s hard to tell,” I say. “If she comes back to the table and sits down, it’s nothing. If she goes to the gun safe, there’s a problem.” I take a sip of water and say, “So, Clark, I had a volunteer from the community for the Thanksgiving dinner.” “Oh, wonderful!” Clark grins. “The Ministerial Committee’s been wanting more participation from the non-church community. Who is it?” “Steve Austin from the Hoot-n-Holler,” I say. “He’s going to donate a soda machine and