Chapter Twenty
When Sarah stepped into the chapel, she saw that her daughter was already standing at the altar. Angel’s hair had been pinned up and was filled with meadow flowers. Even seen from behind, Angel could not be construed as anything but a beautiful child, but the church-goers didn’t seemed to notice Angel’s delights. All eyes were trained, instead, on Sarah.
The congregation saw what Sarah’s dress failed to conceal and the pious indignation rose up like a cloud of angry dark smoke. And if they realized the dress had been forced on Sarah, the fact didn’t register on anyone’s face. The humiliation rose in her throat. Sarah was aware of her breasts swaying with each step, knew her dark n*****s were on prominent display and that lower down, nothing was there to hide the smudge of
