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with their families. They came out to enjoy the peaceful summer air, some time with each another,

and a few hot-cross-buns from the JCS bakery.

               A visitor walked up in front of the revolving doors. With a hand loosely in the pocket of his

fading jeans, and a blue collared shirt rippling in the breeze, he glanced up at the new superstore. He

raised a glowing red light in the air-- the color of wine, but not of blood. He held the red orb in the air

for a moment. Then, with a quiet laugh of sarcasm, Kevin bit down on the crunchy red apple.

               Kevin's shirt was untucked and his dark hair was now allowed to rest where it fell. He

watched a few of his old parishioners walk past him through the doors. They were too intent on

getting a great buy to take notice of him. He laughed.

               Feeling a tug on his ankle, he looked down. An old advertisement was clutching his pants leg

like a beggar, held firmly by a momentary breeze. Looking at the sidewalk, he saw the two giant

golden beams reflected across the concrete and across his feet. He stepped out of the rays' path, and

picked up the crumpled paper. There was a mysterious headline on the flyer, and a familiar address.

The headline said "Treat your evil soul to something delicious."The address was Father Feinstein's

church.

               The headline did make him curious, Kevin admitted it. He folded up the flyer and put it in his

pocket, turning to the church behind him.

               When he pulled open the outer doors of the church, he saw that the dimly lighted hall was

empty. He stepped in, the floor creaking beneath him. He passed through the vestibule, then noticed

that there was one other person in the church, all the way at the far end.

               The lights were on above the altar, but barely. Kevin squinted his eyes, and on the other side of

the church, he saw a strange covered cubicle. The altar remained at the center of the front wall, but

now a large square island stuck out awkwardly from the front wall next to it. Kevin walked up the

center aisle. As he approached, he noticed there were seats-- chairs or stools-- around the cubicle,

and a counter around the outer edge. The person sat behind the counter--just a head and chest were

visible.