For this teenager and her Methodist gal-pals, church was a
social event. Shame on us, a sacrilege! Seven girls squeezed
into a pew far from the churchy-preachy pulpit ~ the place
we swapped racy weekend date tales. Who knew what
was true, what was fantasy ~ or a downright lie.
In my memory bank: (names changed to protect the
innocent.) Patty going all the way (first time she swore)
Cindy aghast, wondering if it hurt (cue stifled laughter from
the pew crew.) Jenna letting George French-kiss her (again?
ho / hum.) Lorelei slapping the s**t out of Manny (we never
knew why.)
Me? Come on! I maintained silence. Mother usually
positioned herself in the row ahead of us (she could
have heard a needle drop from that distance)
secrets must be kept
teenagers in a church pew
better not to know