Speaking In Tongues
I’m going to hell, Shannon thought. I’m going to hell. “Mrs. Shannon Lee Maze! Concentrate on your prayers,” Sister Linda snapped in her southern twang. She knelt down and sharply whispered into Shannon’s ear, “You look real unhappy to be in the presence of our Lord Jesus. Now you know what’s comin' soon if you don’t shape up.” She forced a smile as she winked a beady eye, and left Shannon to check up on the other children.