The next morning is Sunday. That means church, of course.
I put on my Sunday-best dress and shoes. Granny and I climb into Uncle Billy"s pickup, and the three of us make our way toward town and then on to the church.
Normally, there"s a feeling of peace in the crowd as we settle in the pews and wait for the preacher to come through the door by the altar. Today, the air feels crackly. I look at Granny to see if she"s feeling the same thing. She has a grim expression on her face, but she pats my hand to show she"s sensing the same thing.
The preacher enters, and we stand and sing the first hymn. There"s the usual announcements and a prayer to start us off. Then the preacher begins preaching.
"There"s a change—one you already know is a welcome economic one—coming to our town."
There"s a
