He set his water bottle down where there should have been wine and bread. The hymnal in the liturgist’s chair had been untouched for almost a year.
On the other side of the room, across the empty pews, Marge sat at the piano. Her eyes crinkled in a smile. He nodded and she began to play that traditional song.
He watched the screen as ‘Chelle joined Floyd in one little square.
Bob did a silent countdown with his fingers, 5,4,3…
At “one” he took off his mask, smiled at Bob and his camera.
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…”
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