Every once in a while, somebody new comes to church. Often they are the visiting relatives of one of the flock. Unwittingly invited in order to be flaunted before the rest of us. Even before you are told, you can always tell if they are from the city. City people often came across as more impatient and lost in their own thoughts. Everything they do seems out of touch even they are being very sincere. Right to how they clap to the hymns, slightly off tune, slightly louder, slightly forced.
My eyes searched frantically in the direction of the disharmony and settled on a curious girl. She wore a black dress that was too tight around her back making her appear to have lumps like a camel. I liked that. It was cute in her but I’m not sure it would be cute on other girls. It was the perfect fat-to-tightness ratio. No two chubby people are ever chubby in the same exact way. The way her dress cling to her back was like a signature. And I knew I’d keep thinking about her for a while because she was new and because her camel back had imprinted her on my mind. I needed to know who she was.