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The click clack of her heels down the bare floor middle aisle broke the silent candlelit air. It was first Sunday which meant communion and visitors. The regular members knew upon entering to light a white candle to offer atonement for the sins of the day or month since their last communion. Heads nodded and eyes closed as a silent request for forgiveness started the service. The flickers of the tiny flames surrounding the rear of the sanctuary, made the large building look majestic. Her red too-tight suit because she only wears it when she comes to church, which was at the last year’s Easter service, parted the crowd like the Red Sea. Her Winnie the Pooh baby bag scratched against her wide child bearing hips, everyone noticed but pretended not to by quickly turning away. When latecomers arrived, everyone took notice and instantly condemned them. “Look at her walking in here late, must have been out drinking last night... Well if it ain’t Mr. Bojangles strutting in that suit his dead mama got for him, knowing good well he was with that tramp last night,” stirred in the mouths of the always watching ushers seated at the back of the church. They were defined sinners because of their tardiness, a trait unassociated with the members and self- proclaimed ‘good Christians.’ When Ms. Sheila walked in late, everyone took note and imagined her doing some evil act that delayed her arrival. “Hmmm, she walks in her late and wearing red looking like a hooker” one of the ushers said as she wafted by. Ms. Sheila looked left and right at the faultfinding audience, catching sight of a vacancy near Karen up front on the second row.