*** drew balled his hands into fists to keep from reaching for her . bad eggs , every last one of them , '' he said , looking at me like he was trying to drive a message home . when i was face-to-face with him , he dug into his pocket . still , she hoped that someone new in town had stumbled into the church this morning and experienced the same sense of wonder she 'd had when she 'd first seen the light flood the church on that cold day in november . 