Grandma and the Black MinisterThe Church smelled old and dusty. This didn't seem to bother my Grandma. She sat next to me smiling and waiting, content. She LOVED coming to Church, she had been coming "religiously" ever since my Grandpa died 5 years before...She often dragged me along, although I pretended to enjoy myself because I wanted to spend time with my Grandma.My Grandma was a petite woman, blonde hair in a bob, nice earrings, she looked a bit like Betty White, but 10 years younger. A pretty woman, she spent her time in her garden, pottering around her home in our small country town, and going to Church. She involved herself in her Church community, always volunteering and working closely with the Minister.Father Brown was a tall black man, very young for his work, in his mid-30's, younger than me, and seemed devout. He gave energetic sermons and went about his duties with energy and vigour. He looked like a young Will Smith, but more athletic. On top of his work with the Ch
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