Living Dead in Dallas

you had to do was say so. You committed to it, we all did, and we’ve moved forward with every expectation that you would keep to your word. A lot of people are going to be very disappointed if you lose your commitment to the ceremony.”
    “What will you do with Farrell? With the man Hugo, and the blond woman?”
    “Farrell’s a vampire,” said Steve, still the voice of sweet reason. “Hugo and the woman are vampires’ creatures. They should go to the sun, too, tied to a vampire. That is the lot they chose in their lives, and it should be their lot in death.”
    “I am a sinner, and I know it, so when I die my soul will go to God,” Godfrey said. “But Farrell does not know this. When he dies, he won’t have a chance. The man and woman, too, have not had a chance to repent their ways. Is it fair to kill them and condemn them to hell?”
    “We need to go into my office,” Steve said decisively.
    And I realized, finally, that that was what Godfrey had been aiming for all along. There was a certain amount of foot shuffling, and I heard Godfrey murmur, “After you,” with great courtesy.
    He wanted to be last so he could shut the door behind him.
    My hair finally felt dry, freed from the wig that had drenched it in sweat. It was hanging around my shoulders in separate locks, because I’d been silently unpinning it during the conversation. It had seemed a casual thing to be doing, while listening to my fate being settled, but I had to keep occupied. Now I cautiously pocketed the bobby pins, ran my fingers through the tangled mess, and prepared to sneak out of the church.
    I peered cautiously from the doorway. Yes, Steve’s door was closed. I tiptoed out of the dark office, took a left, and continued to the door leading into the sanctuary. I turned its knob very quietly and eased it open. I stepped into the sanctuary, which was very dusky. There was just enough light from the huge stained-glass windows to help me get down the aisle without falling over the pews.
    Then I heard voices, getting louder, coming from the far wing. The lights in the sanctuary came on. I dove into a row and rolled under the pew. A family group came in, all talking loudly, the little girl whining about missing some favorite show on television because she had to go to the stinky old lock-in.
    That got her a slap on the bottom, sounded like, and her father told her she was lucky she was going to get to see such an amazing evidence of the power of God. She was going to see salvation in action.
    Even under the circumstances, I took issue with that. I wondered if this father really understood that his leader planned for the congregation to watch two vampiresburn to death, at least one of them clutching a human who would also burn. I wondered how the little girl’s mental health would fare after that “amazing evidence of the power of God.”
    To my dismay, they proceeded to put their sleeping bags up against a wall on the far side of the sanctuary, still talking. At least this was a family that communicated. In addition to the whiny little girl, there were two older kids, a boy and a girl, and like true siblings they fought like cats and dogs.
    A pair of small flat red shoes trotted by the end of my pew and disappeared through the door into Steve’s wing. I wondered if the group in his office was still debating.
    The feet went by again after a few seconds, this time going very fast. I wondered about that, too.
    I waited about five more minutes, but nothing else happened.
    From now on, there would be more people coming in. It was now or never. I rolled out from under the pew and got up. By my good fortune, they were all looking down at their task when I stood up, and I began walking briskly to the double doors at the back of the church. By their sudden silence, I knew they’d spotted me.
    “Hi!” called the mother. She rose to her feet beside her bright blue sleeping bag. Her plain face was full of curiosity. “You must be new at the Fellowship. I’m Francie Polk.”
    “Yes,” I called, trying to sound cheerful. “Gotta rush! Talk to you later!”
    She drew closer. “Have you hurt yourself?” she asked. “You—excuse me—you look awful. Is that blood?”
    I glanced down at my blouse. There were some small stains on my chest.
    “I had a fall,” I said, trying to sound rueful. “I needto go home and do a little first aid, change my clothes, like that. I’ll be back!”
    I could see the doubt on Francie Polk’s face.