“Hello, Mrs. Luther.” To my horror my voice was shaking. “Don’t you Hello me, Missie. Your disgraceful goings on have reached my ears.” She harrumphed. “What disgraceful goings on?” I asked. She snorted. “Play the innocent with someone else. I know what’s going on. You’ve taken up with that heathen beast in the forest.” “He’s not a heathen beast. He’s a good man,” I defended automatically. “A good man? He’s never set foot in our church. There’s a place in hell for men like him,” she huffed. Another time I wouldn’t have reacted to her sanctimonious preaching and scolding, but after what Sawyer
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