Damn near everybody in the first few pews had been involved in some kind of scandal that shamed the church. From stealing money to sleeping with a person they didn’t exchange vows with, they were all dirty, yet they were the most judgmental people she had ever seen. On Monday through Saturday, they got drunk, smoked like a chimney, and cursed like sailors. Come Sunday morning, they rolled out of the bed with stale breath, got dressed, and marched down to the Lord’s house to tell someone else’s business. It didn’t matter whose business it was as long as it wasn’t their own.
