Michael Malone - Weebly

ector briefed his curate. "Don't encourage her to carry
on about those flying saucers. It agitates her, I'm sure."
The insomniac Miss Dingley, an otherwise sharp
and cynical person, had for years reported UFOs to
whoever would listen. She claimed to have observed
these beaconing visitors descending to land somewhere
north of the Rampage beyond Wild Oat Ridge.
"Tell her I'll pop by someday soon," the pastor
added. At seventy-three, Ramona Dingley was only
seven years Highwick's senior, but she had aged while
he had not. And now her ill health was an unbridgeable
gap between them. The rector was happy only in the
company of the young and the physically well-to-do.
Once the door was opened to his superior,
Jonathan Fields hurried back through the rain to St.
Andrew's new black Lincoln, a gift to the church from
Ernest Ransom. He wondered if Walter Saar had been
asked to their party, if he were already inside there, or if
he might come walking around the corner. Would he
walk, would he drive? The young curate drove as
slowly as he could through Elizabeth Circle to Miss