“And we’re proud of you, son,” Papa grunts. “We are, truly. I’m so proud that a son of mine is building a church! Right here in Canaan!”

My mother frowns. “We are, honey, but Paul, it’s also like you’re leading this double—”

“Leave it!” Paul roars.

My father bellows and lunges to his feet. “You will mind your goddamn tone when you speak to your mother!”

I shiver, because my father using the Lord’s name like that is no small thing. Paul just starts to laugh, though.

“I’m a grown man, dad. You don’t get to speak to me like that.”

“Grown man, huh? Then how about you start acting...