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George squeezed in next to Cissie on the uncomfortable wooden pew at Knox Presbyterian Church and tried very hard to listen to the sermon. Pondering the meaning of his existence and what to do about it was soon set aside by thoughts of his upcoming meeting with the district council. He was even starting to dream about his speech in his sleep. Giving a speech to encourage the local council to invest in the scheme had to be easier than having Arch’s job of trying to glean money from parliament.
George was annoyed to even find himself sitting there on a winter Sunday when it wasn’t actually raining outside. Instead, the sun streamed in through the arched cathedral windows as if to mock him. If he was ever allowed his way, which seemed to be seldom, he’d prefer to be down at his brother’s
