QUOTE : was something nice about it, something serene. Instead of an organ, there was an old piano beside the altar, currently being played beautifully by a thin, red-haired middle-aged woman. “That’s Abigail, the parish secretary,” Seamus said. “Juliana and I better get going. She’s supposed to show us where everything is.” “I guess it’s OK,” I grumbled as I looked around at the blue-haired congregation. “Not too many gangbangers around.” “Exactly, Dad,” Juliana said, rolling her