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arched. She quickly glanced at the man she was with, then turned back to Georgette. “Then you’ll want to go in right now, so you can find a seat close to the front. Would you like me to show you where to go?”
    Georgette shook her head. “I’ll just follow the music. Thanks.”
    As she’d said, Georgette followed the music until she was in the sanctuary where Bob, two other men and a woman were at the front.
    Georgette slid into a chair, and surreptitiously she checked the place out. It was nothing like the church she’d been attending.
    Even though she felt strange, she had worn jeans because Bob had told her to do so. Now she was glad she’d listened to him. Everyone was wearing either jeans or casual clothes. Not a single man wore a tie, including a man she thought might be the pastor.
    Instead of a stately sanctuary with stained-glass windows and wooden benches, this sanctuary was a large rectangular room. A large opening in the wall showed a kitchen, which indicated that the sanctuary also doubled as a banquet hall. But for now, a single, plain wooden cross at the front, and banners on the walls clearly defined it as a church setting.
    Most of the people in attendance were her age, except for a large group of teens, who took up at least a quarter of the seats in the back.
    At the church she’d been going to, everyone was solemn, and once inside the sanctuary, silent.
    Here, all around her, people talked and even laughed. Out loud.
    â€œHello, everyone!” a voice boomed from the speakers mounted on the walls. “Welcome to Faith Community Fellowship. Please stand and let’s worship God together.”
    Georgette hustled to her feet. To her surprise, the first song was from one of her praise CDs that her father hadn’t managed to find and throw out.
    She forced herself not to watch Bob, and to pay attention to the words.
    Until now, the only time she’d actually sung God’s praises out loud was in the closed car, but here thingswere different. The enthusiasm of the crowd around her encouraged her to ignore her father’s warnings not to make a spectacle of herself. Here, she joined in with the rest of the congregation to praise God in song. Being able to express herself out loud among other people opened a rush of emotion she hadn’t experienced before.
    By the time they had sung the fifth song in praise and wonderment of God’s glory, tears streamed from her eyes, and she didn’t care if her mascara ran.
    When the songs were over, she quickly reached down and started digging through her purse for a tissue.
    Bob sat beside her just as she was blowing her nose.
    â€œHi, George. I’m glad you found us.”
    She nodded and stuffed the used tissue into her purse to hide it, taking her notepad out to record the sermon. “I’ve never been to a place like this.” She stopped as the pastor began speaking.
    Bob whispered, “If you want, we can get a tape. Randy records everything for the church’s tape library.”
    She stopped writing. “Really? I can have one?”
    â€œOf course.”
    At the end of the pastor’s message, Bob rose quietly and returned to the front. The worship team closed the service with one more song, one that she knew she would hear in her head all week long, encouraging her to think about God more over the days to come.
    The congregation quickly left their seats and flocked to the back of the room, where coffee and trays of donuts sat on a large table. Georgette was in the process of reaching for a donut when a man with dark hair and vivid blue eyes shuffled in beside her.
    â€œYou must be George, the mechanic.”
    Immediately, she backed up. The man grabbed a Boston cream donut, and smiled at her. “I’m Randy. Bob told us you’d be here tonight and I saw you together. You’d better grab that donut fast. The Boston creams go quickly.”
    Before she could think of