Inside the church, Doris found a gift shop. A number of books, hats, mugs, and crypto coins stocked the shelves. A wizened old man sat at the counter. “Can I help you?”
Doris said, “Isn’t this the unemployment office?”
“Everyone is employed. Everyone who wants to be.”
“I was laid off. They gave me this address.”
“What about a Bible? Our thoughts and prayers are in there.” His glassy stare put her off.
“Where can I pray, then?”
”Inside, to the right. There’s a soup kitchen in the basement, too. God be with you.”
The pews were empty, but the soup kitchen was full.
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