<strong>Bill Shea- At Church</strong><br/><br/>The service at this church was very different than the services Bill was used to. Sure there was singing, but it reached Bill’s ear more like a lullaby than anything reminiscent of the songs sang by the choir at Reverend Jackson’s church, whose voices always seemed to lift the roof off the building as well as the spirits of those who heard. Nobody stood up to give praise or cry ‘amen’, and when the Reverend began to speak of God’s judgment and marital fidelity, Bill felt his eyelids grow heavy.<br/><br/>Bill didn’t know how long he’d been asleep, or even that he was until a feminine voice shouted his name and startled him awake.<br/><br/>“M-Miss Mar- Miss Katherine!” Bill stammered, very nearly calling the preacher’s wife by the wrong name, a major faux pas indeed. “Yes, I always try to attend a service of some sort on Sundays. I’m quite impressed by your husband’s sermon.”<br/><br/>Bill lied. Lied in the church no less, but he hoped that God would forgive him. All things considered, it was less of a sin to tell this white lie than to admit that the sermon had lulled him off to sleep.<br/><br/>“The Garage is doing well, but we could always use more business.” Bill smiled, rubbing his eyes as he rose from the pew. “I hope that you’re doing at least as well yourself.”<br/>