Naleighna Kai's Literary Cafe Magazine NKLC Summer Edition | Page 72

The blonde simply nodded as though this sort of talk was a normal thing . In her line of work , maybe it was .
“ The minute this trial is over ,” the blonde said , “ I ’ m going to personally put you on the bus to Chicago .”
“ There ’ s nothing for me there .” “ There ’ s nothing for you here ,” the blonde countered . She had a point . A damn good one . I cut him until I felt better …
“ The more I know those fine Bible-toting and quoting never-did-anythingwrong-in-their-lives church folks , the more I believe Satan never had truer followers .” – Naleighna Kai

Chapter 3

Chicago , Illinois Twelve years later
All eyes were focused on the richly dressed man swaggering past the organ , down the plush maroon carpet of the center aisle , then the maple wood pews filled with morning worshippers .
“ The first lady was a prostitute ,” Minister Henderson bellowed loud enough to carry the entire length of the sanctuary and echo from the cathedral ceilings . “ A fourteen-year-old prostitute . Not the kind of woman we want our little girls and young women to emulate .”
Aridell Henderson Jones stood up along with several others , as she said , “ Get thee behind me Satan . And stay there .”
Sam , the choir director , shouted , “ Have you lost your cotton-picking , chickenplucking mind ? Mother —” he caught himself before adding that last , more
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