Ice Lolly [antikvár]

So this is it; it's happening. I'm sitting here between Auntie Ellen and Uncle Mark in this room that's called a chapel, though it isn't my idea of what a chapel ought to be. Chapels should be beautiful, I think; this is just plain and ordinary. Maybe that is what you get for not believing in God. But you can't be a hypocrite, just for the sake of a