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“Where is that church?” I asked Kavanagh as I hurried up beside him.
“Church?” Balboni asked.
“Um…yes,” Kavanagh said. “We’re on our way to the First Baptist Church. Don’t you remember, Balboni? We talked about it last night.”
“Oh, yeah. I forgot.”
“It’s down by the riverside,” Kavanagh said. “We better hurry.”
We walked through a nice neighborhood, with large homes and neatly trimmed yards. Soon we came to the deserted downtown area, where all the shops and stores were closed on Sunday. We continued for another half-hour, going left and right until we came to a tumbledown factory section of town.
“I don’t think you know where we’re going,” Balboni said to Kavanagh.
“It’s supposed to be right around here.” Kavanagh glanced down a side street.
“I’ll go check this area,” L
