Abigail's POV
I paced around the church parking lot to keep my ideas flowing. I needed an exit plan, and I didn't have a car.
Momma's heels clicked on the pavement, and I heard her darting through the parking lot after me. I didn't want to hide from her anymore.
“What is it, Momma?" I had my back turned to her.
"Do you have any idea what you've done, Abigail?" She grabbed my arm and turned me to face her.
I snatched my arm from her. "What?" I said. "I stood up for myself, and you didn't like that!"
"Abigail, you do not go to church," she pointed to emphasize "you," reminding me I should be honored to be a guest in their club. "You do not know a single thing about our practices, and you clearly don't remember your manners!"
I dug my heels into the pavement, firm on standing my defen
