It was supposed to be just her and JD. Maybe Marcus and Helen. Her sisters. Instead the wedding party included all of them plus Charles, Edward and al... seven grandchildren. They were still in front of the willow tree but now they also had a tent that held 200 guests - that way they could serve the buffet outside as well. Apparently, outdoor weddings in December are not impossible. She had at least insisted and won on her choice of silk flowers; fresh flowers were just too expensive.It was all. And I get to humiliate and torture you in any depraved way for the following 2 hours.,and then you will be free.It will be over. Helen was happy to end the torture early but was leary as well.Before she could ask more Katie said you have 30 seconds to agree or it goes on for another 28 hours. Um well ok I guess Helen replied fear making her voice tremble. Katie Helen asked.timidly...are you going to kill me? Katie was stunned by this question..Heavens no mother for Cris sakes... Your. Always shoutin' and carryin' on like a bunch of hellbound fools." And from what I've heard, the Revival for Christ makes regular Pentecostals seem as staid as any Baptist matron.The Revival met in a tent – large, striped red and yellow; the type of tent you'd see at a circus – pitched on an empty lot at the outskirts of town. Its been there for the last five years—an ugly eyesore to the expensive neighborhood built up the street. A sign out front read:Paris Revival for ChristReverend. Barely perceptible sobs were racking her shoulders. I could not begin to imagine her pain. I felt so totally helpless. My mind was still numb from her narrative. How could anyone manage to get to this age of life, experience all the negatives she had waded through, and still maintain a semblance of sanity? Christina was hurting and I was in agony watching her cry. I slowly slid over to her side and put my arm around her shoulder. It seemed the correct thing to do. Christina buried her head.