CHAPTER FOUR - A Weird Hootchy Kootch
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That Easter Sunday started quietly enough. The sun got up and scratched itself awake on a few randomly drifting high skeletal clouds. Some folks brewed coffee and some fried eggs and some just stared at the morning and cursed it. A few more stubborn souls stumbled into Crossfall’s new church, scattering themselves in the pews like a handful of hired mourners dozing between the hymns, the hosannas and the hail hallelujahs.
Maddy awoke to sound of the church bells, just the same as every Sunday.
Crossfall just wasn’t far enough to guarantee her a perfect sanctuary.
She turned on the shower. The water felt good on her back after all that digging she’d done. She soaped clean with a bar of perfumed soap she’d saved from two Christmas’s past. She
