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We shuffled along, following behind Hiram in his pine box, out the narrow front door The choir took up an old hymn

I sing because I’m happy

I sing because I’m free

For His eye is on the sparrow

And I knoatches me

And I knoatches me

Chapter 64

A BLINDING LIGHT CAME Then another bright flash

We were leaving the church, justour way down the rickety steps

Another stunning flash of light came

At first I thought it was lightning, then I realized lightning doesn’t coainit: Scooter Willems and his camera, with its flash-powder apparatus

Beside hinize, white uns at their sides

Moody left the line of ht up to him

“Show some respect,” she said to him “This is my brother’s funeral”

“Sorry, Moody,” Scooter said, alraph for your memory book”