WWWWWHAT A DAY!

 What a day! In the morning, Son L dropped Fiorella off at the church that (1) she's been attending during practices to warm up her vocal cords and see if she could still sing, and (2) it was also the first time she'd been inside the church proper.  The rest of the choir--the ones your girl  had become somewhat accustomed to, at least--were up in the rafters behind the pastor, singing songs that Fio had practiced with them. The Kyire was especially moving, and Fiorella, of course, wept like a baby--not only because of the beauty of the music, but also she herself had practiced it.

Then came the communion, which the choir took down the rows of the pews. Fiorella was nervous at first and refused when a male choir member whom she didn't recognize approached her, but when one of the female choir members smiled and called her by name, Fio did take part, crying the whole time. Where does your girl get all that water from? 

Whatever, Fiorella floated out of the church and all was well, even though she hadn't learned a thing about the upcoming arts&crafts show planned for next week, which means she doesn't know how to prepare for it. Years ago, your girl used to appear in a lot of shows like this, but she doesn't know what kind of paintings people are looking for now--and how much they'll pay. 

After Son L and Fio got back to the house, their "real" pastor (= Lutheran) knocked on our door in the afternoon as he does every month or so, and your girl had a quiver of guilt for attending a Methodist church and taking its communion, although her traveling pastor, she knows, would understand.

The rest of the story isn't as great--your girl has lost the Methodist choir book assigned to her. Pray for her.