Another Sunday morning. Again I wake up tense, disturbed.
I sit on the edge of the bed, tears welling up.
"This is not that church," I say to Jerry. "Remind me the church we are now attending is not like that." I am breathing hard. "Not all church leaders are like that. These men will not treat us like that. They will not publicly denounce us. They will not humiliate us. They will not lie about us and turn our friends against us. Not all men are like that."
Jerry puts his arms around me. "No," he says gently. "He is not Lou."