Chapter 50
At two-thirty, when the funeral started, a gentle summer drizzle floated to the ground. By four, when it was over, the sky was dark steel, and the streetlights shown on mini lakes all over the pavement. You couldn’t see two feet in front of you through the dense fog and blistery rain. Luckily for most folks, they’d parked across the street at the Campbell Inn and had only a short walk.
St. James Episcopal Church was one of Nager’s gems, the oldest church in the community. All the major happenings—baptisms, confirmations, first communions, weddings and funerals of the Nager elite happened in one of three sites. St. James, the Lutheran Church down the block, the Roman Catholic Church around the corner and the Synagogue. The same people generally attended the main events in all t
