You seen her? How she dare show her witchy self in church? Sitting right up there on the front row like she somebody.
Yeah, and you seen the eyeing she got, marching in with her big bosom stuck out, head high an all. I ‘spose she think she look royal in all that purple-with that ‘nettin around her face, too.
She think nobody know that face? Every man in church and out been with her-one way or the other. Just between us, Pastor as well. It just ain’t fitt’in.
She standing there now, still pushing up, makin’ eyes at the elders. Oh, here she come out! She gonna come by!
Well, ain’t she got some nerve!
Who do she think she is?
She pass by the women of the church and ain’t even speak!