Agatha entered the Baptist Church and sat down. It was fairly quiet at this time of day, but she somehow knew the pastor could be found in his office, but she didn't want to see him right now. She sat, clearing her mind, and trying to banish the unsettling feelings.
Tara Sanders was also there, packing care boxes for the poor. She wasn't quite the meddling sort that Laura had been before all these changes, much more of a...lead by example type. It was what made Laura, the younger Ferguson sibling, so difficult. She wasn't an atheist, thankfully...or...heaven forbid...a devil worshiper, but she acted like everything was a mystery that a divine power expected her to figure out. The Pastor had warned them that such inquisitive young minds needed guidance, lest they be seduced to a dark path. Laura hadn't gone that way.
While the public school for some unknown reason, wouldn't let Nadine directly express her faith directly on school grounds, she had learned to express the moral teachings she'd been raised on in a way that would not be considered a violation...lessons about caring and acceptance without the brimstone and fire....well, except occasionally for the troublemakers at school.
An outside observer might consider the Fergusons to be a better family for the change...at the very least more tolerant of others.
Tara, thinking about her new family, spotted the younger woman sitting, staring out into space silently, and went to check on her. Agatha had already lost several years, and would soon need someone to foster her.
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Jay didn't seem to care one way or the other. At the moment, he was transfixed by a beautiful black Victorian dress.
"Go on," Simon said. "I know you want to wear it."
Jay slipped off his jeans and shirt, neatly folding them, and slipped the dress on, going to the mirror to adjust it, and adjusting his hair slightly. The look gave him a feeling of confidence and authority.
"Looking good," Simon said.
"As opposed to what?" He asked, calmly.
