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from
Chapter 1:
I stuff my backpack with essentials, put all my cash into
my billfold before cramming it into my jeans pocket, then
pull my bill cap over my cropped hair. Mom stands at my door
watching, arms folded across her chest, lips tight.
I meet her eyes as I leave the room. "Good
bye, Mother. Now you won't have to live with a heathen."
She'd called my best friend Boyd an abomination and told me
I couldn't quit her church. I wonder how long it will take
her to figure out that I'm an abomination, too. With any luck,
I'll be gone before she does.
She loses her composure then. "Where did
I go wrong, Barbara? I've done everything I could to be a
responsible, Christian mother. How could you . . ."
"I'm just bad, Mother; it's not your fault."
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