It was Sunday afternoon and Rose was wearing her Sunday dress. She knocked on the door of the Llewellyn home. She felt her hair to see to it that there were no loose hairs and straightened her skirt. She always felt a little nervous when dealing with the vicar. Father said all people were created equal and even in the church, though some were wiser and more learned, they were all equal in the eyes of God. Still, when Rose saw the priest on the pulpit, looking so knowledgeable and severe, she couldn't help feeling intimidated. She wasn't sure whether she believed in God the way she used to, but she could still feel the wrath and judgement pressing her down sometimes.