“Thou shall not commit adultery.”
The nausea rising up in Maryanne’s mouth soured her stomach as her father, the Reverend Silas Watson, pounded on the pulpit with a clenched fist.
“The evils of the flesh, the wantonness of women in a world tainted by debauchery. The time has come for us, the chosen of God, to purge and cleanse ourselves of such evil. Mark my words, the wrath of the Lord is upon us, and our day of reckoning is nigh,” he ranted.
Maryanne wanted to get up and denounce him as a fiend. Only the threat of what Fiona might have to endure later stopped her. There wasn’t a God. No God would allow such depravity to go unpunished.