Below is Part 3 of 18 monthly installments for Visitant.
Betta said a little prayer with her hand on the door knob. She was not sure she said all the words right, but she also was not sure it mattered.
The Shepards had stopped going to a proper church for anything but Christmas and Easter long before she was born. Around the time she turned twelve, they stopped going altogether. Instead, the men spent hours each week at the reclaimed Masonic Hall on the green.
The six siblings that had been hers before she was a Bridgeford had not been taught to read their Bible of anything else, before or after the books were burned with the crosses. She was the same. All her prayers were made up from half-remembered phrases the…
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