“Sure, why not?” Julia laughed. “Besides, when was the last time you went to church, anyway? I wouldn’t want to miss a rare appearance.” Priscilla laughed along with her.
Looking back, knowing what was to come, Priscilla smiled.
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Sunday was a beautiful sunny day. The First AME Zion Church was an impressive stone Gothic Revival structure with tall stained-glass windows. It had been acquired from the United Methodists in the mid-1960s, when the demographics of the neighborhood had begun changing. Those years were part of the civil rights era, when black families began moving into the neighborhoods that many white families had fled from for the suburbs. The church was situated in the midst of the stateliest of Victorian properties and off a main thoroughfare; so, her place of worshi
