Nadine Ferguson was in the kitchen, making breakfast for the family. Nadine was what others might call a Bible Thumper. She would call herself a Crusader for Christ, trying to rid the world of revealing outfits, devil worshippers, premarital sex, and other bad influences at her school.
She was also a neat freak, but that was probably the least objectionable of her habits to those who found her objectionable for getting into her business.
She'd heard of people who'd lost their faith, but she never knew it could happen suddenly while setting the table. She suddenly believed in nothing, felt nothing...she felt numb. She'd fallen.
She put down what she was holding and walked out the door, not caring she'd left the water running, the stove on, and the door wide open. It just didn't seem to be her problem anymore.
