The sermon was boring, but at least our Church tended to avoid the fire and brimstone that so many pushed in tough times. As long as I could remember, the First Church of the Planter was about love and caring for your neighbors and especially your family. The problem was that I didn't need any convincing to care. I cared plenty. I just needed things that they couldn't provide.
After each service, it was traditional for people to take tea and sandwiches outside, weather permitting, and enjoy each other's fellowship. I enjoyed that well enough, but I will admit that I was starting to have my first doubts about leaving. Would it truly be all right to leave Mama and Su in the care of a man who worked less and drank more each day? He liked to hit me, but not them. If I left would his fists fin
