My father’s sister and her wife had been taken away weeks ago. My aunts, who had fallen in love and gotten married long before the Fundies took over. Now my parents had learned we’d never see them again. Because they loved each other. This was the beginning of the Slaughters. The priests and professors and artists were killed in the Slaughters, too. The Fundies were in control now and they were the only kinds of believers who were allowed to believe and anyone who defied them disappeared like my aunts. The Fundies always had excuses: they weren’t taken away or killed because of who they were
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