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January 9, 2011
Quietly and expectantly everyone found their seats in the pews. Each and every one of them had turned up - even old Freddie Barton, who hadn't set foot in a church since 1874 (this information eagerly disseminated by Mrs Snyder, who knew it from Mrs Jenkins, who kept track of such things).

They had gathered to witness the public shaming of little Margaret Keller, who'd run off with a travelling farm hand in the summer. Her father tracked her down and dragged her back - four months pregnant and already showing, no denying it.

However, they were going to be bitterly disappointed.