Corrie rolls her eyes. Don't get her started on the weeping statue. Still... it's always nice to have someone else be just as grumpy as you are.

"Can you understand the day's message?" she asks. "Like, the different-from-Easter bits? I mean, the sermon is," she juts her chin at the pulpit, at the creepy-wrought-iron rooster addressing the crowd. No explanation needed. "And the pamphlet is what it is. So I've mostly checked out the pictures."