“Father John, do you
believe that our town can be saved?” asked Linda.
“Someone saved
Louise…maybe someone good stepped in to help. I don’t know who all the players are in town.”
“What should we do now,
Father?” asked Shana.
“Diane’s next party will be this coming
Friday night. Maybe you can get invited. Just be very careful with whatever you
plan to do: we don’t know who or what we are up against. But I will always be
here for you if you ever need any help.”
Shana stood up to shake
his hand. “Thank you, Father, for confiding in us. If the secret meetings are
being held at Diane’s house, then this must mean that the original residents
are involved. We have to figure out if they are just some evil group, or if
they really do have supernatural powers. And how do the shadows lurking in town
fit in with this whole scenario? Are there two groups involved? And if there
are two groups, which group is good and which one is bad? And….”
Linda pulled on Shana’s
arm to stop her from continuing. “Shana, you are giving me a headache. We’ll
figure everything out, and then we’ll notify the Father about our findings. We are
leaving now, Father. Thank you for all your help.”
Linda hastily descended
the church’s front steps, with Shana lagging behind her. “I’m sorry for shushing you, but we need to
begin our investigation on our own. Asking endless questions will only lead to more endless questions. And I don’t want to alarm the Father any further.”
“You’re right,” agreed
Shana. “We need to focus on what we are going to do next. We must look into everyone’s background—even
our own friends—if we intend on finding out the truth.”
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