By P. L. Gaus
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She held it up in the sun, and Cal and Branden came forward to inspect the contents. Cal took the bag, fished out each of the items inside, and handed them one at a time to the professor. Her eyes open wide with alarm, Sara said, “I really didn’t know what I’d find out here. A raccoon had dug this bag up from the corner of the barn. And the dirt was all loose in that spot. ” She glanced at the collection of items Branden held and said, “Those are mostly John Schlabaugh’s things, but I don’t know about the phone.
You’ve become ever more attached to the world outside the church. ” Robertson asked. “Something like that,” Cal said. “There aren’t many English who understand this point, but cell phones don’t have wires. So the bishop never has to ask why you’ve got that phone. No wire, no phone. ” “That’s the screwiest thing I ever heard of,” Robertson said. ” Cal said, “No, it’s not. The GPS receivers, though, that’s a little bit different. That’s satellite technology. Cell phones are just fancy radios. I don’t know any bishops who have had to rule on the things, but it might come to that.
Sara gave a dissatisfied shake of her head and waved Erb off. She stood in front of the barn doors, punching in the phone number, and watched Henry Erb speed down the lane toward County 58 and disappear into the overhanging pines. While she waited for the call to go through, Sara held the plastic bag up to her eyes and studied the contents with growing apprehension. The call went dead. She lowered the phone from her ear and saw a “No Signal” indication on the display. She untied the reins, got back into her buggy, trotted her horse up to the higher ground at Saltillo, and tried the call again.
A Prayer for the Night by P. L. Gaus