"The boisterous gospel-style singing and praising is overwhelming, and by 8:15 the floor of the sanctuary is nearly full, with more congregants coming down the main aisle from the front doors and taking whatever seats remain in the straight-backed wooden pews."
"Tall and lean, with a bristling mustache and horn-rimmed glasses, the general, Jane thought, looked like a “straight-backed Groucho Marx.”"
"A dark shape sat in a straight-backed chair beside the bed, caught in alternating flares of blue-pink-blue."