Chapter 50
THE THICK stone walls of Saint Michael’s Church kept the place cool even under the noon sun. Ceiling fans dangling from the high, arched ceiling turned barely enough to keep the air from complete stillness. Narrow slots at the top of the glorious stained glass windows let the hot air escape. I stopped for a minute in the vestibule, letting the sudden shift of temperature cool my blood.
This had to be the hottest June in years.
You think nuclear winter was bad? Wait ’til you get ash summer on top of it!
I shoved the memory away. I’d ponder the weather when I had time. And I couldn’t afford distractions while facing Acceptance.
“Kevin!” called Boxer from the office chair near the pulpit. “Welcome! Come on in, take a load off. I have a fan up here, it helps.”
The church still
