I did not know they were in a cult. I just thought they were crazy Christians. The turbo type.
A thing about growing up: you do not know what is strange until after. This was suburban England and the Holy Jemima's hobby seemed about the same, to me, as my parents' doctor friends' African masks mounted on the walls above their CD towers of world music.
Bellybutton Man, whose hobby was watching us leave school whilst silently smiling and lifting his blue T-shirt to finger his navel. And Bellybutton Man seemed about the same as Andy, eight minutes across town, who ran a pub and was a chess savant...
...who showed you newspapers and explained where the grandmasters were making mistakes. And Andy seemed about the same as Jake, whose hobby was that his parents let him drink.
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