The reds of sunset bleeding into dark offered a stark background to the imposing St. Thomas Church. Brandy and Ray stared in silence. The yellowed stone, stained-glass, angular roofs, towering spires and circumambient wrought-iron drew one and repelled the other. She stood in awe of the power of God and he man"s power to manipulate.
Ray turned from the looming edifice to the lady reporter who"d brought them and said, “I just don"t see the point in this?”
“We"re not even through the door!” Brandy turned to Aimee. “See? I told you.”
“Told her what?” He bounced back to the reporter. “Look, I don"t mean to be rude. We appreciate your help, but…”
“I appreciate you,” Brandy cut in. “He doesn"t appreciate anything.”
“I stand corrected. You appreciate her.” Ray returned to Aimee. “My only int
