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The pastor was speaking at the front of the alter, but his voice had drifted away in Jason’s ears.
his head faced front, though, the boy’s eyes were on the girl an aisle to the side.
Chrissy Cunningham was pretty but on Sunday’s she made an extra effort to enchant.
he saw just the side of her face, as she listened to the sermon, oblivious to his stare; one side of glossy lips, smooth cheek, shiny loose hair tucked behind an ear. the dresses she wore were white and elegant.
he thought she looked like an angel, glowing with grace.