i lift my eyeballs quick enough to smile at cinta who sits and waves her five finger pads quickly in the last row of the pew benches on the right side of the church auditorium which holds precisely 100 folks while i turn sharply to the left assuming my assigned seat along the last hunter green velveteen padded pew row on the left side as preacher-man soldierly stands behind the wooden podium in front of the church holding with both palms over the big torn brown leather bound the holy bible in front of his blue and black flannel cowboy shirt .