He was in the kitchen making breakfast. I had just showered and curled my hair and was ready to start my day. Momma said she needed to get away for a few days and had John pay for her to get a hotel in the city. I knew all she really wanted was just to be away from me. It was a relief to know that the cause of the tension was no longer in the house. I felt good about today. Nothing would bring me trouble. I took a seat at the kitchen table and watched John cook the way I used to when he first moved in. He looked over at me and smiled. “Good morning, sleepyhead.” “Top of the mornin’ to yer!” I said in a terrible Irish accent, causing his smile to widen. “What are we gonna do today?” “Church?” he asked, catching me off-guard. I choked on the orange juice I had picked up from the table and taken a sip of. Church. I had never gone to church. I had never thought it was a possibility. Did I want to go? No. I didn’t. I never wanted to go to church. I was repelled by it. I was afraid of church.
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