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Overcoming his initial shock, Charlie finally asked of the woman, "I'm sorry, you said something about the ground?"
"I said you are standing on hallowed ground."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Charlie responded, with just a touch of an edge to his voice. He wasn't thrilled about being startled by anyone, even if it was Carol Harmon, the good-looking superstar. No, extremely fine looking superstar, he quickly corrected himself. Begrudgingly, he admitted that she was even better looking up close, which was unusual, in and of itself, and she looked very alluring in her faded jeans.
Taking a step closer to Charlie, Carol continued, waving her left arm toward the burned out hulk. "That's a church, or was a church, thirty-five years ago. It was burned to the ground with a hundred people inside of it. No one survived. This place is hallowed ground now."
Charlie twisted up his face into a partial grimace, looked around the cleared area and said, "From the looks of the place, the litter and all, you are the only one who considers it hallowed anything. Looks to me like everyone else just uses it as a dumping ground."
Looking deeply into his eyes--blue, she thought, maybe gray--Carol persisted, "Just the same, it's hallowed ground. Any place Christian people die in faith is hallowed. I can't account for the other people in the area. How they treat the place or what they think of it. Take my word for it, this is a sacred place."