Catholic mass - if I remember correctly - was still said in Latin and was never shorter than one hour. It may still have been a "high" mass ... or maybe we were (mama always treated us to cafe 'ole in demitasse cups - lots of sweet milk with caffeine - yeah, it was us). I wanted to set the stage for you.
Well, you know how little girls, when showing off, will take the end of their skirt and sort of lift it and move from side to side (as if sass-shaying to "oh I'm pretty, oh so pretty ..."). Oh, not me ... or Cindy! I like to think we knew better. Nah, it was because we were in Louisiana - small town, small church - we were sitting real close to mama and we were in the very front row. More stage.
Well, Marcia must have felt particularly pretty and was turned facing the congregation (yikes!). Mama quietly, no not quietly - mama was not quiet - told Marcia to turn around, stay still and pay attention to mass. One, two, three seconds Marcia stood still. High on sugar and wanting everyone to see how pretty she was, she took up showing off again. In her defense, she did stay facing the alter.
Mama was the boss when we were visiting her - she really wanted everyone to see how well behaved we were (okay, and cute). Mama leaned down and lightly pinched Marcia on her ruffly panties and again told her to behave. Well, a little embarrassed, Marcia looked up at Mama and very loudly said, "Mama, don't you pinch me on my hinnie in church." You really could hear a pin drop and very quickly the priest picked his jaw up and continued the mass (a little faster so he could be done).
I would say the pinch was nothing (she was not allowed to go outside to play). We went back to mama's after mass and changed clothes. It was kind of quiet around the house. Cindy and I went outside to play. We raced up to the levee, then to the top of the levee, we looked back at the house - and then we played ... on "the other side of the levee". Nobody else would be getting in trouble on Christmas day. Yay!
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