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    Fundamentalists – (Chapter: 1 My Life cont.)

     

     

    Chapter 1

     

     

    Ashley smiles at me, and I swear I see her nose crinkle. “It’s nice to meet you.” She states before dashing off quickly. I lose her almost instantly in the crowd. And with it, my heart rate drops. I had so hoped to get to know her better so I could maybe explain the strange feelings I just had.

     

    “Come on Spencer. You have plenty more to meet.” Crest fallen, I follow onward.

     

    “Yes ma’am”

     

    We track up and down the yard meeting wife after wife. The names I remember are Susan, Linda, Millie, and of course Ashley. There are way too many names and I fear I will never get them all. I did find out that the woman showing me around and introducing me to everyone is named Lucy. She seems nice though. The one person I really don’t want to meet or get to know is in my sight, and we are heading right for him.

     

    He is a rather tall skinny man with blackish grey hair that is thinning on top. No facial hair to speak of either. I’ve never not seen him in a suit as well. His eyes however give me chills. They show nothing.

     

    He is supposed to be our Prophet. Our direct line to God. He arranges all our marriages. Women have no say in whom or when we marry. It is almost like we are second class citizens. We are to obey our husbands and submit to them if we are to enter the celestial kingdom. That is the only way, and we are taught that every Sunday in church.

     

    “Why hello again Spencer” He extends his hand and reluctantly I take it. No spark. Nothing at all except a growing pit in my stomach.

    “Hello sir” I whisper

    “You don’t have to call me sir. My name is Norman, and we are going to be married” He gives me a once over before turning to Lucy.

     

    “Lucy would you mind giving Spencer and I some time to get to know each other better, please”

     

    “Of course Norman” She presses a quick kiss to his lips and is off. I watch her leave, and I try my hardest to wish her back.

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    1. I can tell this story is so going to have my blood boiling. that’s the thing about religion though isn’t it?? there’s a lot I want to say but I don’t want to offend anyone, that being said I truly love this story. pms!

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