What Kate was Thinking Deep Inside

She was thinking, It is damn convenient. It’s so convenient! It’s the absolute, the ‘because I said so,’ the need-to-know basis. It’s a package for morality, that’s all. It’s a bundling method. And what is so damn awful wrong with that. Kate thought, in her head, about all the activity going on around her in the church building. The suppers being planned for the local firemen. The cards and Christmas ornaments being fabricated for the old folks home. All the people and their hugging and hand shaking, and their sitting in orderly pews, and their accountability, and their respectability. Humanist, were they? Or Christian. They had a damn good set of rules. And a fine, useful package. So that’s what it all was, at the end of the day, so what? Does it make people sit still and not fuss at each other, and does it opiate them and does that mean it satisfies them? So what? No common community church is feeding dying miners a line about keeping their nose in the coal dust and gaining a mansion in paradise. These are just fat middle class people looking for a reason to behave themselves.