for it meant that they got to flounce down the entire length of the aisle to the first pew,
making sure that every eye in the church was on them, and every expression of every eye a jealous one.
Lord, they were disgusting. And his mother had been scared Leslie might embarrass her.
Jess hunched his shoulders and slunk into the pew after the string of womenfolks and just before his dad. Church always seemed the same.
Jess could tune it out the same way he tuned out school, with his body standing up and sitting down in unison with the rest of the congregation
but his mind numb and floating, not really thinking or dreaming but at least free.
Once or twice he was aware of being on his feet with the loud not really tuneful singing all around him.
At the edge of his consciousness he could hear Leslie singing along and drowsily wondered why she bothered.
The preacher had one of those tricky voices. It would buzz along for several minutes quite comfortably, then bang! he was screaming at you.
Each time Jess would jump, and it would take another couple of minutes to relax again.
Because he wasn't listening to the words, the man's red face with sweat pouring down seemed strangely out of place in the dull sanctuary.
It was like Brenda throwing a tantrum over Joyce Ann touching her lipstick.
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