CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

The church members still trooped in to visit the pastor and his family and she would put on her best outfit, plaster a plastic smile and serve. To each person, she knew the perfect compliment- your hair is nice, where did you do it? See how beautiful this dress is. I love your shoe. Even when the hair smelt of must, the dress washed repeatedly and colours drained, and the shoe had no sole. She would say God bless you to everyone who greeted, standing beside her husband and shaded under her hat. She would tilt it a bit to the side to hide the swell as a result of the punch from the night before and will nod to every word her husband said on the altar. It was with that same gait and concentration that she used in listening to Martins.