Ems, just because they donât go to the Hall doesnât mean theyâre bad.
Emily is confused. Arenât all worldly kids immoral? Because they donât know any better? Thatâs why theyâre supposed to tell them about the Truth, and what they can do to live forever. Maybe Lenora really is Witnessing to them.
â It doesnât? Are you sure? Are they going to start coming to the Hall with you?
â Yes, Iâm sure theyâre not evil. But Mom and Dad wouldnât understand, so keep quiet.
â Why was Marla wearing black lipstick?
â Because! Lenora throws up her hands.
â You ask too many questions! Because she likes the way it looks.
â Oh. Do lots of people look weird at high school? Are kids mean like in elementary school?
Lenora sighs.
â Itâs different. Bigger. There are lots of different kinds of kids, from all the different schools. Yeah, there are some nasty ones, but itâs easier to get lost in the crowd because itâs bigger. And most people donât already know you, so you can start over if you want.
â What do you mean, âstart overâ?
â Be someone new. Be more yourself. If the other kids and teachers donât have anything to compare you to, you can, I donât know, be another person. A new version of yourself. Better.
Emily doesnât know what to say. Their parents and the elders are always telling them to improve, to try harder to please God, but this doesnât sound like the same thing to her.
â Is it like having an alter-ego?
â Something like that.
â Did you start over? Are you someone else now? Lenora shrugs.
â Donât worry. Iâm the same as ever.
Emily doesnât feel reassured. Black nail polish, worldly friends, swearing. None of it goes with the perfect Lenora sheâs used to â the eldersâ favourite, straight As, never getting in trouble. Now sheâs practically admitted that she has a double life. The changes must have been so gradual that Emily didnât even notice, but now itâs as though her sister has turned into someone else overnight.
â Girls! Itâs time to go!
They head downstairs to go to the meeting. Lenora puts a finger to her lips.
â Shhh. She grins. Emily looks away and touches the cold, taut belt.
8
AT THE MEETING, THE MAIN topic is immorality. Didnât one of the elders just give a talk about that recently? Emily knows they are living in the Last Days , but why so much about that? Lately itâs either immorality or demonism. Sometimes she wishes theyâd just teach them more about how to Witness to kids at school, or maybe do some short plays in costume like at the big summer assemblies. She never falls asleep during the dramas. She leans over to her mother and whispers.
â Didnât we just have a talk about immorality?
Her mom shrugs.
â I donât know.
Emily turns her head; her momâs breath smells bad, like the medicine Emily has to take when she has a cough.
There are rows and rows of brothers and sisters in the red, itchy chairs and Emily tries to count them, but loses track after forty-seven, and her dad will get mad if she keeps turning around to look at people. Everyone is facing the front, listening, nodding, looking up the scriptures that Brother Bulchinsky tells them to read. He is as skinny as his wife is fat, and bent at the middle, leaning forward, awkward, in his wire glasses and a light grey suit. Pointy like a safety pin, Emily decides, and tries not to smile.
â Temptation is everywhere. His high, squeaky voice makes Emily look away, embarrassed. Itâs hard to be afraid when Brother Bulchinsky tells you to be.
â The worldly media â magazines and pop music and television and movies â are full of fornication and adultery. Theyâre trying to tell you itâs okay to live without any morals, that sin doesnât exist, but it