On what would turn out to be the swampiest, most disgusting day of summer, the Cary First Presbyterian Church parishioners showed up at 9 a.m. for the Sunday service, only to discover that their beloved Reverend Harris, church leader for 35 years, was nowhere to be found.

"Where could he be?" asked Mrs. Drake, who hadn't missed a Sunday service since 1963 (except for that one time she was in the city for a minor surgery).

Mrs. Drake and her husband broke into the Reverend's house, directly behind the hefty brick church after they had knocked loudly several times, even on the windows. Meanwhile, the parishioners swarmed the empty lot, Fellowship Hall and choir loft, in starched white shirts and the leather shoes they reserved for Sundays. Mrs. Drake's daughter, age 14, complained that beggar weeds were stuck to her favorite pair of frilly socks. They were her favorite because a silky pink ribbon was woven th

The ladies came out of the mini van, and they could tell by the look on Mr. Tweedy's face that the Reverend was dead. "What are we going to do?" Mrs. McLoone screamed. "Just what are we to do? Oh, Christ! Curses!"

Her husband was the only one with his eyes open. No one could see the contempt he held for his wife and her permed hair. That perm made him sick. When they climbed into bed at night, sometimes her hair would creep over to his side and attempt to choke him with its powerful cloud of styling products.

"He would've been 25 or so about now. What a loss."

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Approximate Word count = 3242
Approximate Pages = 13 (250 words per page double spaced)