I saw his face, Megan said slowly. Mitch smiled to himself. Albert Fletcher looked oddly at home among the forgotten castoffs of thefaithful of generations past. It pounded in her ears as her temper boiled.
It's been nice knowing you, OMalley. He contained it, controlled it,ruthlessly. Megan nodded and turned back toward the door. They asked me to go on, she said, staring out the window at the coldblack night.
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