That same evening, with nothing else on their schedule, they decided to pursue further freedom together. Jennifer, Nicole, Debby and Christy walked over to Marmac, a parking lot owned by Catch the Fire church. They all had something in common: they wanted their voice back.
Butts
...how many people have sat on my couches over the years? Hundreds? Thousands? It’s hard to tell, but it is a lot. And the evidence is imprinted on the leather. Cracked them. Expanded their seams. The sunlight and friction, fears and tears have faded them now. Wrinkle lines pattern their skin, like old men brown and creased from the years.