Believers and backsliders alike collide on Peasy’s streets this first weekend of fall revival. The nonbelievers and agnostics either avoid the crowds or embrace them, having realized that their own sincere views are worth less to religious absolutists than last season’s Sears catalogues stacked in public toilets. Baptists, Methodists, Pentecostals and many who had severed church ties, willingly or forcibly, during the long years of economy’s stagnation and world war’s conflagration, come to make good and unite in rededication.
“Listen to Cora’s Yip Yappy Yow, Lacey.” Clarice watches two shoppers exit, then picks up the newspaper and reads aloud. “It’s revival season again. We will rededicate our lives. But will these rededications be to the Lord, to the greater good, to nothing and no on
