Papa won't do his duty. Somebody has to.

Enjoy..

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Mama was a Bible-fearing Christian. I knew she was because she'd been telling me so darn near every day for as long as I could remember.

She was a regular churchgoer, my mama was. Not just on Sundays, either: for a long time she had made it a habit to go to private Bible study sessions on weeknights with Pastor Reeves, the young assistant to Pastor Johnson, a venerable, gray-haired minister who had presided over our church since before I was born. Mama kept her appointments for those sessions nearly every Tuesday and Thursday until Pastor Reeves moved away to...