Falls Creek shows Miriam what she’s seen in so many other towns in Pennsylvania—and across the whole damn country. It’s mostly white. It’s not exactly poor, but the middle class is a boat leaving the shore and the people in this town aren’t on it. In a span of three minutes, they pass three churches of different denominations. The people here need something to count on, and that something is an Imaginary Sky God. Because the Imaginary Sky God is way more reliable than their jobs, their families, their futures, and probably the water that comes out of their taps.
