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straight ahead, clutching her Bible, knuckles white.
“Mom,” I said, voice low but firm amid the murmurs. “We need to talk outside now.”
She did not move.
Otis continued his tirade above us, voice rising in a crescendo of righteous indignation.
“The Lord says, ‘Honor thy father and mother.’ The Lord does not say, ‘Hoard your wealth while your family suffers.continue reading …
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