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Chapter 8
An’iton’ygotunholywhenonemis’ablelittlefellagotthebitinhisteethan’runoffhisownway,kickin’an’draggin’an’fightin’.Fellalikethatbusttheholiness.Butwhenthey’reallworkin’together,notonefellaforanotherfella,butonefellakindofharnessedtothewholeshebangthat’sright,that’sholy.An’thenIgotthinkin’Idon’tevenknowwhatImeanbyholy."Hepaused,butthebowedheadsstayeddown,fortheyhadbeentrainedlikedogstoriseatthe"amen"signal."Ican’tsaynogracelikeIuse’tasay.I’mgladoftheholinessofbreakfast.I’mgladthere’slovehere.That’sall."Theheadsstayeddown.Thepreacherlookedaround."I’vegotyourbreakfastcold,"hesaid;andthenheremembered."Amen,"hesaid,andalltheheadsroseup.
"A-men,"saidGranma,andshefelltoherbreakfast,andbrokedownthesoggybiscuitswithherhardoldtoothlessgums.Tomatequickly,andPacrammedhismouth.Therewasnotalkuntilthefoodwasgone,thecoffeedrunk;onlythecrunchofchewedfoodandtheslupofcoffeecooledintransittothetongue.Mawatchedthepreacherasheate,andhereyeswerequestioning,probingandunderstanding.Shewatchedhimasthoughheweresuddenlyaspirit,nothumananymore,avoiceoutoftheground.
