July 12 1916
Cal agreed to take scout and I to church with her, as my father was out and we weren’t allowed to go on our own since our little Eunice Ann Simpson incident in the furnace room. She ensured we washed well. I made a big scene as she had invaded my privacy for the first time in years. However I soon realized how much this meant to her. Cal stayed overnight at our place and in the morning all our clothes were laid out on her cot in the kitchen, all set for the days events. We got all dressed up and we looked like we were going to Mardi Gras. (p118) We arrived at the old church, the only one with a steeple and bell, and were greeted with the warm bittersweet smell of clean Negro, and were shown respect from all of them. The men moved their hats and the woman crossed their arms at their waists. The warm sensation of welcoming was suddenly smashed when Lula called out, “What you up to Miss Cal ?” (p119) Cal dug her hands into my shoulders as we turned to face our accuser. Cal attempted to reassure us but I was too frightened. Lula approached us and told Cal she had no business bringing us to their church. I was uncomfortable and asked Cal to take us home. The crowd of respectful Negros surrounded us reassuring us that we were welcome and not to listen to Lula, our persecutor.
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