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Show 18 She loosened her grip on my tie, the very one she'd given me, and I stood up straight trying to recompose the suit Uncle Boss handed down to me. It was my only suit and I didn't want it getting mined. I said, "I know what we been doing is sinful and if the Bishop knew, he'd be lit. It's not okay even if it is only pretend. I knew but went along anyway, not cause Fs weak or tempted, but cause I wanted to. It makes me feel good kissing you. And I know it's not okay for me to cleave to you even if it is in the other place. I searched a bunch through the scriptures and I can't find it nowhere. I'm not ignemt as you think!" Sister Hearthway studied what I'd said and for a moment I thought she'd been reintroduced to good sense. "Even the sun-tea you like so much is forbidden according to the Bishop," she said. "He knows through personal revelation. I have to hide the tea from him. But I won't anymore. I'll drink sun-tea when I like, and he'll have to judge me for it. And he'll be right to do it, but I don't care. Righteous or damned, I'm miserable. I want to be free of eternal glory but I can't do it my self. I need your help. I have to do something irrevocable, something to cut me off. You have to," she said. "If you love me you'll have to do this for me." She hitched her dress up on her back, pulled her garments to her knees, got from her purse a small jar of lotion, put it to her backside, and leaned against the counter. There was barely room enough in the kitchenette for the two of us doubled over like that. Sister Hearthway said to use the condom, but I knew from Aunt Davina contraceptives were forbidden. Sister Hearthway told me not to be silly, the Bishop used them all the time, news I know would upset poor Uncle Boss who lost an argument on this very theme |