She sat in the pews, a cigarette hanging between her fingers. The church was empty. Absolutely devoid of any other life. She leaned her head back and blew the smoke into the air. She sighed and brought a small silver flask to her mouth and took a long drink. She let her eyes close slowly. She knew she was a hypocrite but she didn’t care. As to why she did this in the church? Rebellion she guessed.