CHAPTER 3
Gloria had only set foot in Valley Tabernacle twice, once for a wedding and once for a funeral, both times for individuals she’d hardly known. It was silly, but she felt the smallest wave of superstition sweep over her. Of course, the fine folks who attended Valley Tabernacle were just as much Christians as she was, but there were certain issues of both doctrine and practice that would make her more than a little uncomfortable to attend a service here.
It wasn’t just the music, either. It was the entire style of worship. The loud, flamboyant amens and hallelujahs shouted out randomly from the congregation. The disorderliness of it all … It was probably just prejudice on her part, but she was glad that her daughter and Ricky Fields had agreed to help out with snacks. Glad that s
