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Singer
69 days with Miles
Singer had only ever been to Midnight Mass on Christmas with the Derries. It had in no way prepared him for Marie’s church.
They were two of a small handful of white people (they weren’t the only ones, though being so dramatically outnumbered was certainly novel; it would be good to do this frequently, Singer thought, because Miles would so much more frequently be the only dark-skinned person in the room). But where he felt even more dwarfed than that was the voices. Marie’s fellow parishioners could sing, and sing loudly.
Obviously that there was singing at a black church really wasn’t a surprise. Maybe this time he should have relied on the stereotype. He’d have to ask Kara about what church she and Victor took the kids to.
Miles loved every second of i
