This is in honor of my mother who used to teach Sunday School to eight couples who kept switching partners and wives and husbands to her confusion.
Homie hoppers are all over the young adult Sunday School Class Five couples, and they have all been married at one time or another To at least two other people in the class. It is the weirdest dynamic in the world, but it is what I have to work with. There are so many knowing looks and inside jokes. Lots of laughter. I have never taught such a class. I am eighty-two years young, and have learned to keep my mouth shut. Never referring to “your husband” or “your wife” or even “your partner” for things change so swiftly.
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