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| Jess was on her way to old cemetery hill when she saw Tommy. They’d been best friends as kids, but not anymore. Not since he got obsessed with interpreting the Bible at face value, and she just wanted to ignore it. “You know what they say about that old cemetery, don’t you?" “No. But since it’s you, let me guess. Do they say the devil visits there?” Why did she have to make ‘they’ sound dirty, evil. “So you do know.” Jess laughed and shook her head, like he had just missed a joke. A few brown curls slipped out her bonnet along her neck. Her hair had always been unruly. Just like her. “Not hard to guess Tommy. You and they think the devil is around every curve.” Every curve. He tried not to appreciate how poorly hidden hers were under that thin summer dress. How she was like the sky drifting from dusk into night, with more stars every time you looked. Easier to remember her as a kid, when she didn’t lead him into impure thoughts. “Come with me Tommy. I’m just going to pick flowers." He wouldn’t have refused her even if he hadn’t already decided to go. And a good thing too, because that stranger at the old cemetery gate looked too handsome. Dangerous. Smarmy. His deep brown eyes held a tint of red. Hell fire reflected. Of that Tommy was certain. He moved closer to Jess, and Tommy instinctively stepped between them, Bible in hand. He would protect her from the devil himself. “Tommy. He doesn’t need your Bible. He’s got his own. Reverend Robert, … meet Tommy.” The new Pastor from the neighboring church smiled. Embarrassed, Tommy eagerly reached for Reverend Robert’s extended hand. It was hellish hot. |