“Nonsense,” she said. “I’m a grown woman. You think I don’t know what men do?”
“Shhhh!” I quickly interjected, nervously looking around again. “Please keep your voice down.”
She collected herself momentarily and laid her folded hands over the C. S. Lewis book in her lap. “Pastor,” she said, after a long sigh, “I told you that I have a confession to make.” She paused. “Do you know why I have never married?”
“No, ma’am,” I replied. “I have never wanted to pry into your personal affairs.”
“Nor I yours,” she responded. “Your life is for you to lead, not mine to lead for you. Nor is it mine to tell you how to lead it. It is my responsibility to live a Christian life as best I know how and not to try to enforce my morals upon others, even if they be brethren.”
I was beginning to feel slight
