S M O M S The Origin Ch 3
Our first child was born two months after Grandfather passed away. Hortence was twenty and unmarried. Twice, women in the township had met him with obvious intent. One was nearly my age and reeked of desperation, for alcohol not a husband. The other was a cute fireball who expected men to jump when she snapped her fingers. I can't say who disappointed my son more. He rejected both, simply by not inviting them again. I had kept my pregnancy a secret. A backwoods church is the center of...