Sunday morning. Knocking on the door, and Mattie’s voice.
“Ma says to get on up, or you’ll be late for church.”
“Church?” Ilargia mouths to Jayne. He looks vaguely guilty, and she narrows her eyes.
“Means a lot to my Ma.”
“I...” She stops. How to say it? A thousand years ago, your kind of people burnt my kind of people? Perhaps not the best time to bring it up. She sighs. “I’d better wear my new skirt, hadn’t I?”
-- C.C.M Ch 4 by SpaceAnJL