Impersonal Attractions
“They weren’t as exciting squatting in their work clothes as they had been on that first night. Now they were just neighbors, young and old, he’d known forever.
But when they circled and burned in the nighttime, with the flames flickering up and down their white robes, they became strange and wonderful, powerful, magical, grand. They were the most marvelous things the boy had ever known. They made him tingle with dreams of possibilities.
If he could be one of them, he would be somebody. He wouldn’t be just one of his pa’s boys riding the bus to school, town girls like Missy Cartwright laughing at him. It wouldn’t matter that when he played basketball he didn’t wear a number and satin shorts. The chicken shit on his boots and the mended holes in his jeans wouldn’t be important when he covered them with a white robe. He would be special. He would have power.
But the power didn’t come free.
He had to earn it.
Brother Jones had spelled it out for him simple and slow one night.
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