"The grownups-what'd they do when things were bad?"
"Well, come to think of it, they just did the best they could and let the Good Lord take care of the rest. My father did. No matter what came, Papa would just holler out 'GREAT JEHOSHAPHAT AND GULLY DIRT!' and keep going."
As Dr. Shirey rolled my chair around and started me up the center aisle, the fringe of my shawl brushed against the chancel rail. I was ashamed that an hour before I had wanted to kick at it.