Dressed in new shiny patent shoes, white long stockings, Jacqueline in her immaculate white dress like a little bride, paraded shyly on the arm of Mum in front of the shop before going to church. Note the poster on the window informing the supporters of the local football club SML of the home game the following Sunday.
Off to the church.
Innocent hearts, and empty stomachs too boot, eight hours without food and water, as the old regulations demanded.
If by any chance you sipped a drink you wouldn’t dare to front up at the communion rails. But, oh gosh, what would the people think if you didn’t go to communion, maybe that girl or boy is in a state of mortal sin?
If he or she would die this very moment, God forbid, you would go straight to hell.