Chapter Four
The Wages of Sin
When I wake up I am relieved to see no demon eyes staring at me from across the room. I take a shower, put on a bra, change into the most conservative clothing I own and prepare myself to hear a sermon about the wages of sin. Tonight there will be no misfit gentleman from church named Miles or Willard or Randolph to meet me. My Mom pulled out the big gun to guide me back upon the path of righteousness. It’s much more intimidating to see him in person than on the raised pulpit in church. I’m dreading the inevitable after dinner lecture on morality from him.
By the time I arrive, Pastor Orman is already there in the living room. I’m given several Christian hugs. Pastor Orman sits on the couch in the middle of the room and my Mother fawns over him, offering va
