She sits with pursed painted lips and a blue bic pen. Passages are being boxed in, underlined, and skipped in her Holy Bible. The pages ripple with water damage and bend with overuse. She is calm now.
Before, she chose to pull her skirt down to cover her knees. The Bible flew from her lap into the middle of the train. Her guilty gasp broke the morning silence. Five passengers nearby discreetly eyed the black book. The Holly Bible! She swiftly scooped it up and began to box in, underline, and skip.
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