Jarvis Lewis

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That guy followed me from the garage sale exit. It's all because I went to that old church to hear the organ played only on Sundays. It was late that day, and as Mass was ending, I crossed lightly, knelt at the altar, and came out. The church is next to the market. Too reluctant to leave, I sat down on a bench in the shade. The man, the man who followed me later, was sitting there. He was here first.