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don't judge Winslow, whatever you do. I'm sure it's all
for the best. And let's not judge this horrible killer
either. I admit it sounds grim. Shot two men, a woman,
and a German shepherd? Oh, not a woman! Pru! I
don't know what to say, but let's remember, judge not,
cast not the first stone. Oh, yes, sorry, Jonathan! Shhh!
Pru, they're practicing for tomorrow, just beautiful! So
we'll have tea, oops, stupid chair out in the middle of
nowhere!" He called a loud apology up the long aisle to
the nave. "Yes, sorry, Jonathan, stupid chair!"
Contrapuntal to Pru Lattice's secular tale came
sacred melodies from the Alexander Hamilton
Academy Choir rehearsing the "Gloria" from Ralph
Vaughan Williams's Mass in G Minor. Close to setting,
the sun had finally shown itself. Dusky yellow light came
slanting through the western window's triptych of Christ
risen and crowned in heaven.
The schoolboys, aged ten to sixteen, squirmed in
their stalls like piebald colts, some in blazers, some in
sweatshirts, some in windbreakers stamped A.H.A.,
some in striped polo shirts, none motionless, until
Jonathan Fields, medieval in the skirted cassock,