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The church, very early Friday morning
Dinah wandered among the gravestones, and balanced on one foot in between two graves as she talked on her cellphone. "Yeah... I just, there's no place back there to visit, even... You think so?" She followed a crooked path over the tufts of grass to the church. "Okay. I can do that." Another long minute. "Thanks, Alfred.... I will. You take care too. Bye." She flipped her phone shut, looked at the church doors for a second, then went inside. Walking to the front of the church, she fumbled for a few dollars from her pocket, and put them in the cash-box. Then found the rack of candles and picked up a taper to light one. The wick caught, then started to glow, the glass around the flame magnifying the light. Dinah blew out the taper and stared at the candle. Tried to pray. Not exactly in words; more feelings and questions. No huge epiphany happened. But it did make her miss her mom a little less.

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