priests seem to be either dead or Zap.” DeVontay shouldered his M16 and caught up with her so they could walk side by side. He took her slim right hand with his left and gave it a squeeze. “Living in sin is okay with me.” Rachel squinted up at the hidden sun and whatever force, if any, lay beyond it. “I’m not sure sin exists anymore. Maybe we paid that debt.” Grass poked up through cracks in the highway, bent under the weight of yellow seeds. Waist-high weeds grew along the shoulders in alternating bands of briars, goldenrod, and tiny periwinkle flowers. Here and there were gravel turnouts
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