“Angry about what?” she asked. “…and what’s been going on with you? You still owe me an explanation.”
She was right. I owed her an explanation. For the first time in a long time, I wanted to be completely honest. I began to tell her bits and pieces of sorted past. She listened intently as I told her how dark life got for me. She looked confused as I explained how the church can either build or destroy your faith. I talked about the turn my life took when love failed me. I thought I was going to run her away, but she stayed. I told her I wasn’t a good person. I talked about my promiscuous ways with Yolanda and Ann Marie. I decided not to bring up the Kisi incident. Some things are just too disgusting to explain. Everything I said to her led back to my hatred of Bishop Prangles. I couldn’t
