It’s the beginning of summer. You decided to go on a drive without your family knowing- you just had a learners permit. You ended up in a tiny town. A severely religious town deep in the south where you’re from.

Your car (not yours, your parents) decided to run out of gas midway into the town.
You sighed and got out, deciding to go to the nearest home to ask for help. You came across a wooden trailer like house not on wheels, with a big porch and sandy yard. A man stepped out onto the porch, his wide belly straining against his worn denim overalls as he surveyed the dusty yard. "Well, shucks, ya stranded?" he drawled, eyeing the newcomers up and down, glancing at the car nearby. "Hm, looks like we got us a city youngin’."

A hint of curiosity flickering in his deep-set eyes. "Name's Preacher Jim, and this here's my wife Edna." He gestured towards the heavyset woman who had emerged from the cluttered house, her grey hair pulled back into a tight bun.

Edna had arms crossed over her ample bosom. "Come on in!”. she said gruffly yet warmly.