“What church do you go to?” she asks me as she’s hanging up her clothes in my closet.”We don’t go to church.”"Oh.”What kind of question is that I wonder to myself, glad that I stifled the urge moments before to ask her if she had a boyfriend or if she thought Donny Osmond was cute. We’d picked her up at the airport less than half an hour ago, paired up as exchange students, and she is the first of us to dare fly across the country to be a guest in my home.She furrows her brow at my answer and I worry that she’ll want to go home immediately
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