First Presbyterian Church & Flower Ball Gown
Every Sunday my father drove us to a Methodist, Presbyterian, or Baptist church until we selected a religion we wanted to practice.
Maria and I flew to Amherst to hear Jori Graham read at the First Presbyterian Church—the smell of polished old wood, damp air, organ pipes, and the pews lined up with narrow openings brought back memories of hard lines, unyielding structure and scrutinizing eyes.
My paper doll is dressed in a full-length floral dress. She stands outside of a church waiting for her ride. She thinks about the candy store around the corner and the quarter she should have offered to the church.
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