Free The Brethren by Beverly Lewis Page B

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    I rmss our talks and all the laughter. It seems like months s,nce you were here. How’s Muffin? Is he settled back into his cozy place everyone your apartment? I wonder if he misses being here.
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    She tried to picture the pretty apartment where Lou Wed and the studio where she instructed her eager students. Sighing, Annie resumed her writing.
    I’ve begun marking off the days on the calendar, and lm sure you can guess why. On July I7 my promise to Daed will be up and , have phns to start painting again. Are you surpnsed? lm sure my father would be… and furious with me besides. There are rumors that the preacher’s daughter is caus7
    a Sm ammS5t the PPle. ŤŤŤ my an published on that magazine co,er AND my staying here unth shunned Esther. And now the preacher’s son driving a car, too’ Add to tfc Zeke saying he lulled his brother, and all of Paradise seems to be in an uproar.
    I went to see Mamm a few days ago and it felt odd to be a visitor in my old home. I haven’t gone to Preaching since movmg here to Essie’s, but ,fl were to go, can only lmagine

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    the stern looks on the faces of the brethren and others. Truth be known, I almost prefer avoiding the stress and simply going with Essie and the children to Julia’s church.
    There’s more to that. You see, I’ve been listening right quiet-like when Essie talks about her “Lord Jesus.” I’m not saying that I agree with anything thus far, but something is happening inside of me. My heart Essie calls it my spirit is growing ever so soft to all her spiritual talk. And I’ve found myself whispering prayers at night instead of thinking the rote ones in my head.
    I’m anxious to