He doesn’t give me time to respond. Rather, he grabs my right hand with his left hand, pulls me up, and pushes me out of the pew, into the aisle. Before I realize it, we are on the far left side of the pew, and bolting out of the church, surviving the moment.
Things quickly happen as I follow Jenks outside and to his Ford F-150 truck, which is parked in the church’s gravel lot: gatherers escape the church in a flurry as if it is the end of the world and the book of Revelations in the Bible becomes a reality; the male EMS workers carry Peter Nottingham out of the church on a stretcher to their ambulance; two Erie Fire Department trucks arrive and park in the lot; three cruisers arrive from the police department; four firemen jump out of the fire truck, quickly and carefully head inside the
