A hush descended across the audience as instruments tuned, creating small ladders of fifths that collapsed abruptly, snatches of solos that disappeared and reappeared like gags in a house of mirrors. He impetuously grasped a hold of her hand, looking for a callous. She had felt very uncomfortable around him, grotesque. “Life’s so queer,” she said, kneeling and looking into the flames. Immediately beneath the pulpit stood a large circular pew where malefactors under sentence of death sat to hear the condemned sermon delivered to them, and where they formed a public spectacle to the crowds, which curiosity generally attracted on those occasions. Leave Martin Chen and his family alone. I must obey. His five o’clock shadow was bristly against her fingers.
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