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when I stood by it I heard that it was rumbling so loud that I wouldn’t be able to hear somebody sneaking up on me. It was so loud that I couldn’t hardly hear the music coming from inside the church. When I got closer I felt the heat coming out of it, and that hot air poured down into my shirt collar and blew back my hair like I was riding in my daddy’s truck with the windows rolled down.
    I stood there in the sun with the hot air blowing on me, and I looked up and down the right side of the air conditioner until I saw a tiny crack up toward the top of the window between the concrete and the plywood where a little bit of light was coming through from inside the church. I looked around for another crack that might be lower, but I couldn’t find one, so I stood on my tiptoes and reached up and grabbed ahold of the old, rotten window ledge and pulled myself up just a little so I could see in. The music inside the church came through the wall and pounded against my knees.
    I raised myself up just as high as I could, but before I could even look inside I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I let go of the ledge and dropped down to the ground and stepped back, and as soon as I did I saw another silhouette thrown up against the wall right beside mine. I turned around and started to run toward the woods, but before I could even get going my nose smashed right into Joe Bill’s chest and he grabbed my shoulders to keep me from knocking him down. His eyes were wide open, and he was looking right at me. He put one hand over my mouth like he was afraid I might holler out, and then he put his finger to his lips.
    â€œShhhh,” he said. We stood there looking at each other for a minute, and then he moved his hand off my mouth so I could talk. “Did I scare you?” he whispered. He smiled like he thought it was funny.
    â€œDang it, Joe Bill,” I said. I pushed him as hard as I could to get him out of my face.
    â€œYou better hush,” he said, just loud enough so that I could hear him over the air conditioner and the music pounding on the other side of the wall. “Did you get to see anything yet?”
    â€œI ain’t had the chance to look,” I whispered. I pointed up to where light from inside the church was showing through the crack between the board and the wall, and then I watched Joe Bill cup his hands around his eyes and peer through it for a minute. He looked back at me.
    â€œThey’re just singing,” he whispered.
    â€œLet me see,” I said.
    â€œGo over to the other side and look for another crack,” he said. “This one’s too high for you.” I tugged on his shirt and tried to pull him away, but he wouldn’t move, so I ducked under the air conditioner and found another crack to look through. It wasn’t quite as high as the one I’d been looking through before, but I still had to get up on my tiptoes and prop my arms up on the window ledge so I could see in. I got both my elbows up on the ledge and braced my knees against the wall, and then I cupped my hands around my eyes just like I’d seen Joe Bill do.
    I could see right into the church; it almost felt like I was inside there, standing right down front on the little stage and looking into the people’s faces out in the audience. They were all singing just like Joe Bill said they were, but the guitar and the drums had stopped going and the only sound was the singing voices and somebody I couldn’t see banging away on the piano. It was a whole lot darker in there than I’d thought it’d be, especially with the sun so bright behind me, and I couldn’t see too far past the first couple of rows. I looked around and tried to catch a sight of Mama and Stump, but it was just a small crack that I was looking through and I couldn’t quite see everything inside there.
    Everybody inside was standing up from their folding chairs and clapping their hands to the