My mother-in-law pointed at the door during New Year’s dinner and snapped, **“If you don’t like my rules, get out!”** – Welcome

into itself around an occasion. I was standing in the corridor off the narthex when my cousin appeared in the doorway with an expression I had not seen on her face in the years I had known her, the pale, stricken expression of someone who has just seen something they cannot un-see.

“Lacy,” she said. “Your dad is at the pulpit.”

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