The next morning, after staying up way too late watching the Levy men c***k us up, I got dressed in a long skirt, peasant blouse, and boots for church. It was the most fancy I ever got, and even for church, I usually opted for pants and a nicer, knit shirt. But today, Mary was making her announcement about Mika’s event, and I wanted to look good for both of my friends.
Santiago headed out about the same time I did to pick up his mom for mass down in Charlottesville, and we made plans to meet back up at his place that afternoon. Santiago had some weeding to do, he said, and he hoped I would keep him company while I sewed. It sounded like a delightful way to relax on a Sunday afternoon.
But first, we had to pump up the church crowd for Mika’s event. Our church didn’t necessarily need much
