It was in the balcony of some auditorium. It could have been the old church, but the layout was not quite the same. I was ushering people to their seats. Denise Johnson was there and I escorted her to a seat halfway down the aisle. Each participant in the event or service was given a sleeping bag. Barbara Bruno came in while I was busy and seated herself next to Denise, to whom she was talking in the most strident of voices. I went down to give her a sleeping bag and ended up explaining to her how it was operated, where the zipper was and that kind of thing. I looked down to the main floor and sitting in a curved row of chairs was Val Franklin. There were two other people, both male, sitting with her, whom I did not recognize.
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