They had driven more than halfway to the little church when Sally said, “My pa says there’s an electrical storm coming when the air’s all breathless like this.” “Some folks can feel it comin’ on,” Mark said. He didn’t offer another word on the rest of the ride, and neither did Sally. She was too tired to turn the weather comments into a discussion, or to bring up another topic. If only she could sleep through the night, she wouldn’t feel so dull in the morning. But Mark was still bedding down on the floor, and she was still tossing and turning and crying out to God half the night. The sermon might as well have been made of India rubber. It bounced off her and veered away. She was sure it completely missed Mark, judging by his stony expression. He barely moved a muscle during the hour Pastor Lewis spoke. When it was over, they joined the line in the aisle to shake the minister’s hand. Liz Merton squeezed between two people to ask Sally, “Are you going to the ladies’ group Wednesday?”
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