Chapter 28
THERE WAS NO outpouring of new attendees at St. Cuthbert’s the following morning, only the few dedicated souls who came more because of structural habit than spiritual hunger. Of this sparse group, only four were under the age of fifty: Bob and Kitty Sensabaugh and their two children. Baden and Beatrice would rather have been anywhere else. But Bob was firm in his commitment that his children should be raised in the tradition of the faith that had sustained several previous generations of Sensabaughs. The kids acquiesced in exchange for afternoon transport to Kimber Farm, where they could ride with Dorcas and hang out with their friends.
Bing Sensabaugh, the indulgent grandfather who understood their discomfort, sat with the children and flashed the occasional furtive wink. He
