Sex Cult Nun by Faith Jones

Author:Faith Jones
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2021-10-18T00:00:00+00:00

I soon discover one of the best things about living in America is the appliances.

The first time I use a clothes dryer is at Grandma’s house. It is a beautiful miracle. I love how the clothes come out warm and fluffy and smelling like Bounce. I hold the soft towel to my face and breath in the floral “outdoors” smell. Much better than the clothes stiff with clothesline marks, a few insects, and bits of dirt stuck on them.

But as much as I love the clothes dryer, I am even more amazed by Aunt Madeline’s dishwasher. Aunt Madeline is Mom’s older sister, and she lives nearby with her husband, Rick, and their two daughters, Erin and Erika, who are five and two years old, respectively.

I discover I like Aunt Madeline, even if she can be a little scary at first, loud and brash. I’ve never seen a grown woman yell at other adults; kids, yes, but never at adults. She always has a kind word for me, though. I’m not her enemy. But she can really irritate my mother.

Aunt Madeline’s house is decorated with great care. Even her bathroom has pretty, matching towel sets, carved soaps in crystal dishes, and color-coordinated rugs. Family Home furnishings are clean, worn, and functional. No time or money is wasted on matching colors or style. Aunt Madeline’s house is beautiful in a way I didn’t know I was missing.

Over dinner one night, she gets into it with Mom. Aunt Madeline disapproves of Mom. She views the Family as a cult and doesn’t hide her opinions about Mom’s decision to be a part of it. “I don’t understand why you’d want to keep your kids in the Family, anyway. At least here they can go to school,” she says.

“It’s my decision, not yours,” Mom barks. “You don’t know anything about it. We are happy there, and the kids do have school.”

“Well, Faithy is smart, no doubt about it, but it can’t be good for them to keep them away from their family and a normal life.”

Mom shoots back, “What’s a normal life done for your kids?”

“Don’t you dare!” Aunt Madeline is building up pressure to blow.

Ever the peacekeeper, Uncle Rick steps in. “Now, now, what are we having for dinner?”

“Fish . . . and don’t think you can change the subject!”

“I wasn’t,” Uncle Rick says with a smile. “But let’s have a nice visit.”

Aunt Madeline glares at Mom, and Mom puts on her innocent “don’t look at me, it’s you” face.

“Well, what’s your career, Madeline?” Mom pokes.

Aunt Madeline, a child prodigy, is quick to lament she would have been a great concert pianist if her career hadn’t been interrupted by the birth of her daughters.

As soon as Aunt Madeline leaves the table, Mom whispers to me, “God, Madeline makes me so mad sometimes. She’s still ganging up on me. It’s just like when we were kids, when she would tickle me until I peed my pants. It was torture.”

After dinner, I volunteer to do the dishes, as is expected of me as a good guest.

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