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"Your mom was leading your dad back to the trailer, and your little sister was tagging along behind them.
They must've got relig-ion or something."

"Whatever that means," Vicki said, hoping to change the subject. "I need a cigarette."

Vicki didn't really need a cigarette. It was just something to say that made her feel older. She smoked,
yes, but she didn't carry a pack with her. She just bummed smokes off her friends once in a while.

At the end of the evening, when she and her friends had had enough beer and ciga-rettes to make her
feel wasted, she filled her mouth with gum to try to hide the smell and made her way back home. She
walked through the parking lot where the music and the dancing were still going on.

Some of the people she had seen with their eyes closed and seeming to pray were now drinking and
carrying on as usual, but there didn't seem to be any fights or any reason for anyone to call the police.

Vicki was half an hour past her curfew, but her parents had never been home this early from a weekend
dance before. She expected a loud chewing out, the usual threats of grounding (which were rarely
followed through), and charges that she had been involved in all kinds of awful things. All she and her
friends had done was to put fire-crackers in a few mailboxes and run away, and they tipped over a few
garbage cans. Her father always accused her of much worse than that, but his promised punishments
were nearly always forgotten.

This night was strange. Her little sister, Jeanni, was already in bed, but her parents were as awake as she
had ever seen them. Her mother sat at the tiny kitchen table, her dusty old Bible in front of her. Vicki's
father was excited, beaming, smiling, pacing. "I want to quit smoking and drinking, Dawn," he said, as
Vicki came in. "I want to clean up my whole act."

"Now, Tom," Vicki's mother cautioned, "nobody says you can't be a Christian if you smoke and drink.
Let's find a good church and start living for God and let him do the work in our lives."

Vicki shook her head and started for her bedroom, but her father called her back. "I became a Christian
tonight, honey," he said, a name he hadn't called her since she was a preschooler.

"What were you before?" Vicki asked.

"I was a nothing," he said. "Your mom was a Christian, but I---"

"I knew the Lord," Vicki's mother said, "but I haven't lived for him for years. I was pretty much a nothing
myself. But I came back to the Lord tonight. We're going to start going to church and---"

"Church?" Vicki said. "I'mnot going!"

"Of course you are," her dad said. "When you get saved, you'llwant to go to church. I can't wait."

"I can," Vicki said. "And when I get saved from what?"

"Saved from hell, saved from your sin. You'll be safe in the arms of Jesus, and you'll go to heaven when
you die."

"You really believe that?" Vicki said.