“Read to me,” I repeat, grabbing an aul’ wooden chair and sitting on it backward.
Nolen cops on that I’m serious and opens the Bible, unable to turn the pages because his hands are trembling so badly. He licks his finger and slowly peruses through the passages until he stops. He raises his eyes and meets mine.
“For You have armed me with strength for the battle; You have subdued under me those who rose up against me. You have also given me the necks of my enemies, so that I destroyed those who hate me.”
With a slanted smirk, I clap slowly. “Ye wee fucker. Ya think yer funny then?”
By reading this passage, he’s pretty much telling me to go f**k myself.
“Yer gonna kill me, anyway. I may as well go down fightin’,” he replies, closing the Bible and extending it out to me. “Will ya give th
