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help the hurt. So I would say, well, I remember my
mother told me often, 'Sloan, never grab a rose.'
Of course, perhaps she meant because of briars,
but we could say that our loved ones are all roses, and
we only kill them when we won't hold open our hands,
and their deaths only hurt us when we clutch.
So in the name of the Father and the Son and the
Holy Ghost. Next week will be much better. It always
is. Such is Life. Amen."
Prudence Lattice listened with affection to Father
Highwick's sermon, though he had told the congregation
the story of the beer hall many times before. For some
odd reason she was having strange, sudden pains in her
chest, and then a jabbing, funny kind of pain running
down her arms. Don't be melodramatic, she told
herself.
These last few days have you all upset; put it out of
your mind. And quickly she rummaged through her
purse to find a dollar before Ernest Ransom reached
her back pew with the gold plate. And as the offertory
was collected, the Alexander Hamilton Academy Choir,