Chapter 6: Sunday at Mama’s HouseThe next morning was Sunday and Noah and I sat through Father Gray’s sermon on the abortion h*******t, which St. Joseph’s was publicly protesting with a display of freshly-painted white crosses out on the front lawn that could be seen by any and all driving down Gloster Street headed for the mall.
Why I went to this church, I could not say. Habit, perhaps. A chance for Noah to socialize. Each time I saw those crosses on the front yard, I rolled my eyes. I had little patience with folks who cared more about zygotes than actual human beings.
I followed Noah in the line for Communion. With a bit of Jesus to fill our empty bellies, we headed for Mama’s house in New Albany, about thirty minutes from Tupelo. The radio was filled with Sunday-morning-in-the-South
