Deliver Us from Evil

The station wagon lurches to a halt in front of the rectory. Momentum carries me forward as Mom jams the brake just a bit too firmly. Gravel grinds under two tons of General Motors steel. The rectory has many windows, all with the blinds pulled down.

I wonder if it’s dark in there...

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