Religion In Pirate's Wells (Short Story) Part 3b
Like all the women I stand up and praise God. I wave my white handkerchief in surrender to the Spirit and encourage my Preacher to bring the word. And Preacher, he spittin’ fire now, holy fire, goggle eyed like some old-testament prophet and ready to work wonders; if he led the way out into the bay right now every last one of us would get baptized again. All over the church, though, men starting to sit small holdin’ they arms ‘cross they chest. I see a couple glance at their watches and shift in... Sign in to see full entry.