I collected myself a moment, trying to figure out what Dennis had said. What did he mean, how I would like him later? I stood up slowly and raced for the door and down the street to the church.

I arrived in a minute flat, but I saw lumbering footprints leading into the church hall. How had he beaten me here? I then two pairs of footprints, one lumbering, one in dress shoes. These I assumed would be the Reverend’s. Tracking the prints I saw them lead into the woods. What was going on? I weighed my chances and followed the tracks on the side, staying well hidden.
I caught up to them, finding out that the Reverend was with Dennis, who was acting rather strangely. He was rather jumpy and seemed mad about something.

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