“Which is why…” She gives the projector another click to show a little negro in prayer. Brilliant. Just brilliant. “The residents are in dire need of God.” The man steps up to the microphone. He is wearing a classic suit with a navy blue tie. A scruffled voice comes out of the speakers.
“That boy’s name is Chinwe Sylla. He came to Christ on January second, 2007.” My God, they’re good. “Fifteen more like him, mostly children, came to our church that very week. We think that this is one of the reasons we only suffered mild terrorist activity.” They go on like this for about thirty minutes. My profuse sweating is substituted for pale, hot, dry horror as they continue. They finish with a photo of them and their many church-goers. The announcer returns to his podium to give them a Godly hug.
“Oh, thank you. Thank you very much. Let’s all hear it again for Eric and Betty.” He says. They all applaud stupidly. I’m next. Oh God, I’m next.