Mon sat next to Jack in a pew at the back of the church and watched the lemmings stream toward the altar. Jack was keeping an eye on Fats Foley, who by now was almost up to the front of the line.
“You see what I see?” Mon asked.
“What’s he doing here?”
he“He doesn’t look like he’s got a problem.”
“I beg to differ,” said Jack.
“I mean, I don’t think he’s possessed.”
“Not by the devil. But he’s got something eating him.”
Mon wishing he’d drop this and go back to talking about Italian movies.
But what she said was: “Why are we here, Jack?”
“We’re just taking a little look-see. I told you.”
“We looked. We saw. Can we go now?”
She shifted her weight to get up, but Jack put out a hand and held her in her seat. His hand on her arm, just like Randy’s on Fats’. Jack, watching both of the
