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Jeremy seemed subdued when Jake led Addie into the front room where all the Mac Pros were housed. He was sitting in front of one of them, watching video of a small white church surrounded by cottonwood trees.
“That’s the United Church in Kanab,” Addie said, moving closer to the screen. One hand went to her mouth as she observed the scene — about twenty or thirty people, mostly women, leaving the church, a few of them weeping. “And that’s Tammy Miller — she worked with us at the diner.”
Addie pointed to a woman with brassily blonde hair in a tight black skirt and blue blouse, handkerchief held to her eyes as she blotted away tears. Her own eyes looked suspiciously bright, and she blinked, hard, before looking away from the screen.
“I found this when I went to check back on Kanab, see
