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Father Pascal

It was a donation. Murfrees wanted to do something once he got the glassblowing shop together, and how could Father Pascal say no? Anyway, they like it.

It’s almost cheating. He took a pinch of Pentecostal, mixed it into the Catholic, doubled it, doubled it again. Suddenly they were driving it themselves.

He knows it won’t last forever. In a generation, the drive will disappear. But Pascal’s got ahold of something hot, and he just has to hang on and pretend to steer.

Go time. The doors swing, and there they are: windows, bright hopeful congregation, JESUS in giant yellow neon.

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