“What happened to the prelude?” squeaked Doug Ramsey.
“What happened to ‘All Glory, Laud, and Honor’?” asked Canon Montgomery. His white eyebrows furrowed in sudden anger. “What seems to be the problem with St. Luke’s?”
“Guess you two don’t have much control of this parish,” muttered Mitchell Hartley. His eyes glittered.
I slithered away.
Once in a pew, I looked around for Boyd. He was sitting in the back, eyes fixed on the altar. Canon Montgomery assumed the celebrant’s role in a dignified manner, although his distress over his lack of control appeared to quiver below his passive exterior. Whenever he wanted music, he nodded sternly in the direction of Zelda at the organ. Clearly, he didn’t want to risk announcing what could be a disputed hymn. The newly hired organist never made a re
