Chapter 1An usher I'd not seen before carefully wheeled my chair downthe center aisle and over to the right so that I would be facingthe pulpit. Most Sunday mornings I sat on the opposite side ofthe church. But this usher didn't know that. Oh well, no matter.The usher was saying something to me, but before I couldadjust my hearing aid, I had to push my shawl back and slip aglove. By then, he had quit talking.He let my chair roll to a stop so close to the chancel rail.I could have reached out and kicked it with my foot-that is, Ihad been in the mood to kick a chancel railing and if I couldhave moved either foot.I was almost in a kicking mood!No, no! I shouldn't think of such a thing as kicking thatbrass rail. I should be wishing I could kneel down before it.Somehow, though, my mind wasn't on praying.... --This text refers to the Kindle Edition edition.