Another thing that happened was

the fact that he and me didn’t go to

the same church.

You wouldn’t think of this as being

such a big deal, but in our town it

was.

 

Pretty much from the beginning we

started going to his church cuz the hours

were more convenient on Sunday, but

that of course was irksome to my mom

although she did not say anything.  It

was more my aunts and all that gave

me a hard time.

 

These days I think we have it pretty

much worked out.  We do spend time

at both churches, and although we

do not have alot of money to donate

for churches, we do volunteer

ourselves to both churches by making

baked goods, or providing physical

labor when needed.  It seems to be

alright now, and both churches actually

like the fact that we can be relied on

to help out.

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