#19510 - She could picture the person each voice belonged to. Bishop stood near the fireplace, arms flung around each other and lips locked in the sort of kiss Carol-Anne didn't think a minister should give anyone. It was a procession of people, each holding a light in front of them, each wearing a handmade wooden mask with the leering face of a bird or a pig or a goat or a wild dog, primitive and lifelike at the same time.
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