Until the Accident, my mother had run a strict Baptist home. We had been dedicated church goers and attended a Christian private school through the church. To help pay for our schooling, my family spent Saturdays working in the church. We set up and took down tables, chairs, and faux walls. My mother vacuumed, we cleaned, my father mopped. We were a family of janitors working on Saturdays to pay for our education, attending the church on Sundays and Wednesdays, and attending the school from Monday through Friday.
I said school. It wasn"t a school. It was a one-room school house that accumulated children from second to fifth grade in one room and sixth to twelfth grade in another room. Kindergarten and first grade were paired up in a separate room.
The “teachers” were a handful of women r
