I watched from time to time through the windows, not paying attention to a man who was standing right behind me, very close.At first I thought it was ...just because of a bump in the road. The man behind me pressed up against my buttocks, then he was off of me again. The road was a little bit bumpy and he brushed against me again. This time it was a little longer. I could not be sure, but maybe his movement was on purpose, not so accidental.A minute later, he bumped against me again. And this time. The bulletin proclaimed that it was the Sunday of the Publican and the Pharisee, which was the Sunday that began the Lenten season. Lenten fasting, a far more serious undertaking than I’d experienced in the Roman Catholic Church, wouldn’t start for a couple of weeks. This was the beginning of the cycle of services that would take the Church through Lent and to Holy Pascha, which would be on April 30th, a full five weeks after Western Easter.I’d mentioned to Tasha that Father Basil had asked. ”“What’s the tattoo of?” Whitaker asked.“A big snake that’s curled up at the bottom and the top part is sitting up. You’ve probably seen it before. It’s off that yellow flag you sometimes see at protests and stuff on TV.”“The one that says ‘Don’t tread on me’?” Taylor asked.“That’s the one. The tattoo is just the snake, though. No words or anything.”“Has Mullins worked here long?”“I’m not sure. I got hired about a year ago, and he already worked here then.”“Have you seen him recently?”“No, but. The problem was no one seemed to be able to come up with another way to get food to all the people that needed it any other way. It was finally decided that people were just going to have to risk it. The government did have medics there all the time looking for anyone that might be sick and they found them too. More and more often, ’til a temporary clinic was set up in the parking lot to handle the growing number of sick people that were being pulled out of line, a temporary morgue was set up.