Oregonal Sin

Beth had, for once, struggled hard to stay awake during the service. No reflection on the sermon, just a late night, or lack of any kind of night after working, but she was dressed respectably enough, glad to rise from the back pew at the end of the service to join the slow file out of the warm, stuffy church to the sunshine outside.

She hesitated to offer her hand to Brother Daniel, though, pausing to bob him a shallow curtsey instead. "Fine sermon this morning, sir."