Kevin took a deep breath, stuffing his hands even deeper into his pockets. "Ain't sure it's wrong." Kevin admitted. "Was workin' t'other day, an' walkin' 'long a hallway. Guy called me over, askin' me t'make sure some documents were destroyed." He shrugged. It wasn't a big deal and he did it a lot. However, he'd seen in the doorway, just briefly.

"Ain't rightly sure what I done saw." He shoved a hand through his hair, looking very, very young and uncertain. "But." His ears began turning an interesting color. "Sir, I'm from Georgia. I done seen all sorts o' thin's, with Christians claimin'..."

Kevin was a fifteen year old boy who wasn't very comfortable talking about things like this. "It looked like them pictures the protesters carry outside o' lady clinics. Bu' not. Ain't rightly sure what was different, but ya ever seen raw chicken wings?"

His ears were about to explode. He knew it.