Easter Sunday. The Murphys are in church, dressed in their Easter finery. Harry running around. Husband flitting in and out of the church office. Daughter Sophie, disappears to sit with the Pastor's daughter. Me left alone in the pew.
Once I round everyone up, I quiet their protests and complaints with a lovely barrage of "we're all sitting together on Easter Sunday and you'll like it! And if you don't you can walk right across the street to the Presbyterian Church. I'm sure they'll have you!"
Yep. To hell in a handbasket. That's me.
Once I round everyone up, I quiet their protests and complaints with a lovely barrage of "we're all sitting together on Easter Sunday and you'll like it! And if you don't you can walk right across the street to the Presbyterian Church. I'm sure they'll have you!"
Yep. To hell in a handbasket. That's me.
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