One Sunday between services,
I held a small pack of gum
As I sat in the sun, waiting.
A girl from Sunday school asked for a piece.
I declined. Gum was a rare treat.
She offered jelly bracelets
In trade. I accepted.
Gum in mouth, she suddenly
Remembered that her parents
Wouldn’t allow this exchange.
Worse than the loss of the gum
Was the knowledge that I’d been a sucker.
I hadn’t realized before that church people might lie.
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