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The next morning as soon as I got Sawyer settled in at Mika’s store, I walked up to the historical society office and knocked on the door. Technically, they weren’t open on Thursday mornings, but I’d asked Xzanthia Nicholas, the director, if we could meet anyway. She readily agreed when I told her it was about the church, and now, she was standing there, elegant as usual, with her glowing, walnut-colored skin and her long, golden triangle earrings.
“Paisley, I’ve been pulling some documents that might be useful,” she said as she gestured for me to come in. “I know the last thing you probably need is more documents to go through, but well, this is what we do, isn’t it?”
I smiled. “Yes, ma’am, it is. Thank you.”
We sat down at the long table in their archival reading room, and she pul
