Why The Devil Chose New England For His Work - Plot & Excerpts
This was an important day for me because I was a mean person who wished that bad things would happen to those I loved. It was the year Amy Marsden grew an inch, making me the shortest kid in the sixth grade, and the year I told my friends Susan and Emma to “join the choir,” which was a phrase we had for just the opposite. Their mothers called my mother and I got a lecture, which led to this being the year I stopped talking to my mother unless my father made me, and then I only did so as if she wasn’t there, calling her “the woman.” I believed in God because I didn’t think it was an option not to; I just didn’t think, as my mother did, that He was Good. I had spent the week before the big race begging Him to keep Melissa from running. I also prayed that I would someday not ever see my family or anyone from Vaughn again. When this day arrived I would never, not even in my dreams, visit the town where I had grown up and miraculously escaped from to become the person I would be.
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