![]() Loved in Ian McFarland, and what loved us so purely in return, Kittridge was saying, “comforted by the knowledge that what we Our dear friend and counselor to the dust from whence they came,” ![]() and thus we prepare to return the earthly remains of His father could meet Eileen and Hillary. House on the ridge, and the two of them could sit down for aĬompanionable beer. Five steps across the cemetery lawn, a snap of theĬatch on the casket lid, a swift injection of nanosolution, and It would be so easy to bring the old manīack to life. The syringe in Carl’s pocket burned with cold promise. Tightly to him, but Hillary stirred in her arms and Eileen pulledĪway to rock the little girl. Of course, none of them had lived under the man’s roof, in Hundreds of people spilling down the cemetery lawn, rustling andīroiling in their black clothes, bore testimony to that. He was a friend to everyone, not just his own congregation. Pastor McFarland had been quick with a kind word, andĪlways had time to hear the smallest complaint or glad tiding. There was no man more well-loved in Sun Forge than hisįather. So good we can only give thanks he wasn’t taken home sooner.”Ī high cloud veiled the sun, but Carl did not relax his Speaks to us all-even to our dear friend Pastor McFarland, a man Sounded less certain when he wasn’t quoting scripture. Young pastor, his high, smooth brow clenched against the sun. “Thus spake the Lord unto Adam, our first father,” said the Watched Pastor Kittridge, in the full glare of the sun, mop hisįorehead with a flannel handkerchief. Carl felt as if he were breathing hot dust, even in the
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