From his story here:
The wide, empty nave was dark except for the light coming in through the stained-glass windows. My footsteps had never sounded louder as I walked toward the little octagonal chapel at the back, where the Rev. Anne Fowler sat alone by the altar.
“Oh,” she said. “I guess it’ll just be us tonight.”
I was the only one who’d shown up for the 5:15 service.
Too bad Eleanor Rigby wasn't there.
Too bad Eleanor Rigby wasn't there.