Turned out Evelyn did have a ceremonial outfit; a simple plain white smock. It fitted with the bare altar and alcoves. How else do you represent the invisible? It was classier than a bed sheet worn over the head with some eyeholes cut out of it.
Kat wasn’t sure where to sit. Staying at the back with the drones was out of the question, even though there seemed to be fewer of them. Sitting in the front rows with the ghosts there felt wrong, but there was no segregation here. Given the reverence for the dead souls that this church showed it was an honour to sit with the ghosts, and she was just being dead-ist - or whatever it was called - to discriminate against those disadvantaged in the beating heart area. She should feel ashamed; she had momentarily forgotten that included herself. In the
