Lady Of The Church

"Are you nervous at all for the pageant?" Elizabeth asked Jill today during Trigonometry.

"Not really. I swear I'm lacking that gene that gets you all anxious," Jill said.

Jill's been nicer to Elizabeth lately. They shared one class together during the day. Trigonometry with Mr.Mole. Luckily, Mr.Mole taught with his eyes closed and never paid attention to his class. This not only made him one of Jill's favorite teachers of all time, it also let her and Elizabeth get to know each other more. So by the middle of November, they were somewhat friends now.

After all, a friend of Sherman's is a friend of Jill's. And you best believe she's been the sweetest and most endearing she's ever been in her whole life around that guy.

"If Sherman never became friends with you, I don't think you would've ever spoken to me," Elizabeth said.

"That's not true," said Jill, even though it was totally true. "I just can't believe I didn't even know the minister had children. Nobody did."

"Well, he did impregnate Mrs.Goody when she was, like, fifteen," Elizabeth said. Another perk of being friends with Elizabeth is that she voluntarily gave out information that Jill would feel stalkerish asking out of Sherman himself.

"I can't imagine having a kid in high school," said Jill.

"I think Mr.Goody just wanted to be this awesome minister to the public. That's his goal. To raise faith in this depressed town. To get the people going. How's he gonna get people to have faith in him in the first place if it's known he had a child at fifteen, another at twenty, wasn't married until a few years later?" said Elizabeth.

"Sure, he's got to maintain a holy image, but now everyone knows he has a kid."

"Another sin here. He thinks Sherman's gay. Another felony of the church."

"He is?" Jill thought there was something quite homosexual about him.

"I don't really know, but I know it gets to the reverend. Not knowing if his son's gay or not, two children out of wedlock, keeping the children and wife hidden so he'd gain support from all the young women in town. In all honesty, he's a hot mess of a preacher," Elizabeth said. "But don't tell Sherman I'm telling you all this. I don't know if he'd want you to know or not."

"It's okay, it won't get back to Sherman."

Jill had Spanish next period and on her long trek to that class, she thought about two hypothetical goals she made for herself to hypothetically help the hot mess of a preacher, Reverend John Goody, out. One, to help raise faith out of the people in Graymoor herself. Two, she was going to make sure Sherman wasn't gay. The latter goal made her lol at herself for the ideas it gave her.

"Jill, wait for meeee!" It was Sherman, who was trying to catch up to her from further down the hallway. "Just came from history. I can't believe we're having prom at the botanical garden. I get really bad allergies around flowers. Not allergic like I am to pecans, though." This kid's allergic to everything, isn't he?