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so,” she stated with her teeth clenched tightly. “And we told you don’t come in here looking for a husband. This is just social.”
    â€œI’m trying to be social,” I replied being conscious of my voice level. “I just met the brother, his name is Gregory.”
    â€œDani,” Andrea turned to face me, “you’re from a small town where everybody knows everybody.”
    â€œAndrea, I’m not fourteen-years old,” I snapped.
    â€œI know.” Her tone softened as she put her hand on my shoulder. “I don’t want you to get hurt. I don’t know this Gregory – he’s new here too. Be careful.”
    One of the women I had just met opened the door and called her. Andrea stopped at the door and turned to look at me. “Please be careful Cuz.”
    â€œCareful,” I said out loud to myself. “I’m not trying to marry the man.”
    The rest of the evening was spent sipping cranberry juice, smiling and holding superficial conversations with people whose names I couldn’t remember. The lights were dim and there were too many people to look for Gregory.
    On the way home Andrea talked about PUMP being a meat market. My stomach tightened because her comments were directed at me. This was not starting out good and I sincerely wanted to have a memorable time with my cousins over the summer.
    The alarm clock rang and I thought I was dreaming.
    â€œIt’s eight o’clock Dani. Do you want to eat before we leave for Sunday School?” Andrea’s voice was bubbly.
    â€œSunday School?” I mumbled.
    â€œYes you PK! Do you think you’re the only one who knows about Sunday School?”
    â€œI haven’t been to Sunday School since the twelfth grade,” I confessed. “When did you start going to Sunday School?”
    She turned up the tape player. “When I got saved last year.”
    â€œI don’t have anything to wear, I haven’t unpacked yet.” I tried not to sound like I was whining.
    Alicia came out of the bathroom and stood in the doorway. “That’s okay, the Lord says come as you are andso did the Pastor.” They laughed and I thought about my dad. He demanded everyone be meticulously dressed for church on Sunday.
    â€œYou can wear something of mine,” Alicia added before I could come up with another excuse to stay in bed.
    â€œYou’ll enjoy the service,’ Andrea told me as I headed for the shower. “Our church is a home for everyone who is sick of the foolishness of man interfering with the sacred things of God.”
    I wasn’t sure what she meant and didn’t feel like asking her to explain.
    Alicia and Andrea had the cutest bathroom. Hanging over the towel rack was a picture of their mother with her sorority sisters. Each one was wrapped in a pink bathrobe with an ivy leaf embroidered on the lapel. Aunt Sharon had been an AKA, too. She died nine months after being diagnosed with breast cancer.
    â€œHey, save some water,” Andrea knocked on the door. I tried to hurry, not wanting us to be late on account of me. When I got out of the shower I could hear my cousins talking in Andrea’s room. Hard as I was trying to eavesdrop, I couldn’t make out what they were saying over the music. Wrapped in a towel, I detoured to the kitchen for a glass of orange juice before heading back to my room. The brown pants suit was waiting for me.
    Andrea drove a green Chevette and, of course, there was plenty of AKA paraphernalia and a pink rabbit on the back seat. I sat behind Alicia and tried to hide my disappointment about the pants suit. The pants were tight and the jacket was fitted. It felt too small.
    â€œWhat about you?” Alicia asked. “Where do you stand with Christ? Are you saved?”
    â€œMy dad reminds me, every chance he gets, that I need to be more serious about Jesus. I’m not even sure I know what being Saved means,” I