Every Sunday, after church, ten of us go to Mr. Pritchard’s house for our prayer study group. Of course, two of the girls in the group are Mr. Pritchard’s daughters, Rebecca and Elizabeth. We spend an hour learning to pray like good church girls.
We always kneel. Mr. Pritchard says it shows worship and respect. He moves away the furniture in his livingroom, and we all kneel in a row. We close our eyes, and we pray obediently. When it’s our turn, Mr. Pritchard stands in front of us, and we open our mouths so he can give us his blessing. While we are praying, Mr. Pritchard whispers instructions to us so that we can give him the best prayer.
Sometimes we pray with all of our clothes on. Sometimes we pray topless. Sometimes we all strip down to our panties, and sometimes we pray completely nude.
If we pray really well, Mr. Pritchard will choose one of us to stay the afternoon. Together with his daughters, we will practice our wifely duties. Mr. Pritchard picks me often, and he says someday I will make a very good wife. Rebecca says that she thinks he wants to marry me when I’m old enough. That would make me Rebecca and Elizabeth’s mom, instead of just their friend, which would be strange, but it’s also kind of exciting. I think I would enjoy being Mr. Pritchard’s wife.