She looked at me the way an inquisitor must have glared at his poor victim. The only reason she didn’t put me on the rack was that she didn’t have one.
Backsliders were usually worse than those who had never been converted. At least that is what people like him tried to make you believe.
“This one,” my aunt said, nodding toward me but still looking at Vivian, “he don’t have a church. What y’all go’n do then?”
“We’ll work it out,” Vivian said.
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