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* .  ∙ •✧ * BRETT KING —

“If I was interested in service, I’d have come during it. ‘Sides, from the look on everyone’s faces as they walked out… I’d say whatever you did HARDLY counts as a service.” And that was putting it NICELY.

             "Aw, hell, Brett, you think I ain’t got enough of a headache?”

                     Atticus pinched the bridge of his nose between his             thumb and forefinger, squeezing his eyes shut for the moment                     as he went over the last forty-five minutes in his head.                       The town probably deserved a BETTER preacher, but                    even with all his faults, the other options seemed … like                     something else entirely. Most preachers ‘round here’d                                         lynch ANYTHING that moves.

                “You here just to chastise my preachin’ abilities ‘r what?”

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* .  ∙ •✧ * SCARLETT BURNS —

“Huh?  Oh, no.  I dun care ‘bout that.  I need to ask ya a few questions if ya got a minute.  It’s for school.  Unless ya too drunk still to be interviewed?“

              “ I’m - I ain’t... drunk, ” Atticus sighed and looked down.                  Did it matter if he was drunk now or drunk last night ?                            Timing doesn’t change a BAD preacher.

                                  “ Ah’m sorry, Scarlett. Ah am. ”

              “ I can still give you some ans’ahs, if you still wan’ ‘em.                                         Anythin’ you wanna ask. ”

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           Atticus was startled to hear anyone entering the church — particularly after such a bad service. His hangover cure had failed him.

                    “ Sorry, ” he said, looking up from his podium.                               “ Service ended a few minutes ago. ”

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