Sunday morning dawned bright with the scent of spring flowers heavy in the air. A harsh knock on his bedroom door pulled Alexander out of a sound slumber.
“Time to wake up,” his mother called, “We’re running late!”
Alexander groaned and turned his head to look at the digital alarm clock that sat on the bedside table. “Mom! It’s not even six yet! Just because you’re the preacher doesn’t mean that I have to wake up at the crack of dawn.”
His mother opened the door to his bedroom and glared at him. She was already dressed for church in a simple pencil skirt and white bu...
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