John and Joe are hanging w Onias, Hezekiah and Zedekiah. It's those last desperate hours w friends. They both acknowledge and deny they are moving.
I know that liminal zone well: the desire to stay up as late as you can, but not admit it's goodbye.
We are blessed to be close enough to come back a few times, to ease out of here, to soften the blow-- there will be quick new friends at church. But tonight it's all summer things and the great mysteries of childhood, inscrutable adults, and bishops who send preachers.
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