Chapter 11
Jehovah’s Valley, Sunday, September 28, 2013
TODAY THE GATE TO JEHOVAH’S Valley was open. Roberta Brooks drove through it and eased down the gravel lane. Cars were parked in front of the church. Neighbors, Mac guessed.
The church was a small wooden building with a large cross on top. It had been left its natural wood color, weathering to a light brownish-gray. The doors were wide open, and people gathered in front, talking, laughing. Children played tag on the lawn in front. A couple of teenagers were perched on the fender of a pickup talking to other teens. Men were dressed in suits and ties. Mac hoped his khakis and button-down shirt would be acceptable. The women wore dresses, some long and plain, others brighter, more stylish.
It was just shortly before 9 a.m. Church sta
