The two churchmen frowned as they walked over to inspect the damage. ”I haven’t seen the like before, have you Father?” said Father Ortega, to which the older man shook his head.
Father Daigle stood up straight and looked about. Mentally, he was placing his parishioners in their regular seats. Most sat in the same seats each time, depending upon the service, though one or two would move around depending who was there that day. “None of the regulars,” he said, muttering family names and pointing out to himself where they sat, his finger moving as he pictured the groups in which they sat. “It’s going to be one of our less frequent attendees or someone from out of town,” he declared.
Father Daigle stood up straight and looked about. Mentally, he was placing his parishioners in their regular seats. Most sat in the same seats each time, depending upon the service, though one or two would move around depending who was there that day. “None of the regulars,” he said, muttering family names and pointing out to himself where they sat, his finger moving as he pictured the groups in which they sat. “It’s going to be one of our less frequent attendees or someone from out of town,” he declared.
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