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he Baptists were doing the work of the Antichrist。 Since that time； all worship had taken place at home。 Momma held worship on Sundays； Tuesdays； and Fridays。 These were called Holy Days。
Momma was the minister； Carrie the congregation。 Services lasted from two to three hours。
Momma had opened the door and walked stolidly in。 She and Carrie had stared at each other down the short length of the front hall for a moment； like gunfighters before a shootout。 It was one of those brief moments that seem
（fear could it really have been fear in momma's eyes）
much longer in retrospect。
Momma closed the door behind her。 'You're a woman；' she said softly。
Carrie felt her face twisting and crumpling and could not help it。 'Why didn't you tell me？' she cried。 'Oh Momma； I was so scared！ And the girls all made fun and threw things and…'
Momma had been walking towards her； a now her hand flashed with sudden limber speed； a hard hand； laundry…calloused and muscled。 It struck her backhand across the jaw and Carrie fell down in the doorway between the hall and the living room； weeping loudly。
'And God made Eve from the rib Of Adam；' Momma said。 Her eyes were very large in the rimless glasses； they looked like poached eggs。 She thumped Carrie with the side of her foot and Carrie screamed。 'Get up； woman。 Let's get in and pray。 Let's pray to Jesus for our womanweak； wicked； sinning souls。'
'Momma'
The sobs were too strong to allow more。 The latent hysterics had e out grinning and gibbering。 She could not stand up。 She could only crawl into the living room with her hair hanging in her face； braying huge hoarse sobs。 Every now and again Momma would swing her foot。 So they progressed across the living room toward the place of the altar； which had once been a small bedroom。
'And Eve was weak and … say it； woman。 Say it…'
'No； Momma； please help me…'
The foot swung。 Carrie screamed。
'And Eve was weak and loosed the raven on the world；' Momma continued； 'and the raven was called Sin； and the first Sin was Intercourse。 And the Lord visited Eve with a Curse； and the Curse was the Curse of Blood。 And Adam and Eve were driven out of the Garden and into the World and Eve found that her belly had grown big with child。'
The foot swung and connected with Carrie's rump。 Her nose scraped the wood floor。 They were entering the place of the altar。 There was a cross on a table covered with an embroidered silk cloth。 On either side of the cross there were white candles。 Behind this were several paint…by…the…numbers of Jesus and His apostles。 And to the right was the worst place of all； the home of terror； the cave where all hope； all resistance to God's will … and Momma's … was extinguished。 The closet door leered open。 Inside； below a hideous blue bulb that was always lit； was Derrault's conception of Jonathan Edwards' famous sermon。 Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God。
'And there was a second Curse； and this was the Curse of Childbearing； and Eve brought forth Cain in sweat and blood。'
Now Momma dragged her； half…standing and half…crawling； down to the altar； where they both fell on their knees。 Momma gripped Carrie's wrist tightly。
'And following Cain； Eve gave birth to Abel； having not yet repented of the Sin of Intercourse。 And so the Lord visited Eve with a third Curse； and this was the Curse of Murder。 Cain rose up and slew Abel with a rock。 And still Eve did not repent； nor all the daughters of Eve； and upon Eve did the Crafty Serpent found a kingdom of whoredom and pestilences。'
'Momma！' she shrieked。 'Momma； please listen！ It wasn't my fault！'
'Bow your head；' Momma said。 'Let's us pray。'
'You should have told me！'
Momma brought her hand down on the back of Carrie's neck； and behind it was all the heavy muscle developed by eleven years of slinging heavy laundry bags and trucking piles of wet sheets。 Carrie's eye…bulging face jerked forward and her forehead smacked the altar； leaving a mark and making the candles tremble。
'Let's us pray；' Momma said softly； implacably。
Weeping and snuffling； Carrie bowed her head。 A runner of snot hung pendulously from her nose and she wiped it away。
（if i had a nickel for every time she made me cry here）
with the back of her hand。
'Lord；' Momma declaimed hugely； her head thrown back； 'help this sinning woman beside me here see the sin of her days and ways。 Show her that if she had remained sinless the Curse of Blood never would have e on her。 She may have mitted the Sin of Lustful Thoughts。 She may have been listening to rock 'n roll music on the radio。 She may have been tempted by the Antichrist。 Show her that this is Your kind； vengeful hand at work and…'
'No！ Let me go！'
She tried to struggle to her feet and Momma's hand； as strong and pitiless as an iron manacle； forced her back to her knees。
'…and Your sign that she must walk the straight and narrow from here on out if she is to avoid the flaming agonies of the Eternal Pit。 Amen。'
She turned her glittering； magnified eyes upon her daughter。 'Go to your closet now。'
'No！' She felt her breath go thick with terror。
'Go to your closet。 Pray in secret。 Ask forgiveness for your sins。'
'I didn't sin； Momma。 You sinned。 You didn't tell me and they laughed。'
Again she seemed to see a flash of fear in Momma's eyes； gone as quickly and soundlessly as summer lightning。 Momma began to force Carrie toward the blue glare of the closet。
'Pray to God and your sins may be washed away。'
'Momma； you let me go。'
'Pray； woman。'
'I'll make the stones e again； Momma。'
Momma halted。
Even her breath seemed to stop in her throat for a moment。 And then the hand tightened on her neck； tightened； until Carrie saw red； lurid dots in front of her eyes and felt her brain go fuzzy and far…off。
Momma's magnified eyes swam in front of her。
'You spawn of the devil；' she whispered。 'Why was I so cursed？'
Carrie's whirling mind strove to find something huge enough to express her agony； shame； terror； hate； fear。 It seemed her whole life had narrowed to this miserable； beaten point of rebellion。 Her eyes bulged crazily； her mouth； filled with spit； opened wide。
'YOU SUCK！' she screamed。
Momma hissed like a burned cat。 'Sin！' she cried。 'O； Sin！ She began to beat Carrie's back； her neck； her head。 Carrie was driven； reeling； into the close blue glare of the closet。
'YOU FUCK！' Carrie screamed。
（there there o there it's out how else do you think she got you o god o good）
She was whirled into the closet headfirst and she struck the far wall and fell on the floor in a semidaze。 The door slammed and the key turned。
She was alone with Momma's angry God。
The blue light glared on a picture； of a huge and bearded Yahweh who was casting screaming multitudes of humans down through cloudy depths into an abyss of fire。 Below them； black horrid figures struggled through the flames of perdition while The Black Man sat on a huge flame…coloured throne with a trident in one hand。 His body was that of a man； but he had a spiked tail and the head of a jackal。
She would not break this time。
But of course she did break。 It took six hours but she broke； weeping and calling Momma to open the door and let her out。 The need to urinate was terrible。 The Black Man grinned at her with his jackal mouth； and his scarlet eyes knew all the secrets of woman…blood。
An hour after Carrie began to call； Momma let her out。 Carrie scrabbled madly for the bathroom。
It was only now； three hours after that； sitting here with her head bowed over the sewing machine like a penitent； that she remembered the fear in Momma's eyes and she thought she knew the reason why。
There had been other times when Momma had kept her in the closet for as long as a day at a stretch…when she stole that forty…nine…cent finger ring from Shuber's Five and Ten； the time she had found that picture of Flash Bobby Pickett under Carrie's pillow … and Carrie had once fainted from the lack of food and the smell of her own waste。 And she had never； never spoken back as she had done today。 Today she had even said the Eff Word。 Yet Momma had let her out almost as soon as she broke。
There。 The dress was done。 She removed her feet from the treadle and held it up to look at it。 It was long。 And ugly。 She hated it。
She knew why Momma had let her out。
'Momma； may I go to bed？'
'Yes。' Momma did not look up from her doily。
She folded the dress over her arm。 She looked down at the sewing machine。 All at once the treadle depressed itself。 The needle began to dip up and down； catching the light in steely flashes。 The bobbin whirred and jerked。 The sidewheel spun。
Momma's head jerked up； her eyes wide。 The looped matrix at the edge of her doily； wonderfully intricate yet at the same time as precise and even； suddenly fell in disarray。
'Only clearing the thread；' Carrie said softly。
'Go to bed；' Momma said curtly； and the fear was back in her eyes。
'Yes；
（she was afraid i'd knock the closet door right off its hinges）
Momma；'
（and i think i could i think i could yes i think i could）
From The Shadow Exploded （p。 58）：
Margaret White was born and raised in Motton； a small town which borders Chamberlain and sends its tuition students to Chamberlain's junior and senior high schools。 Her parents were fairly well…to…do； they owned a prosperous night spot just outside the Motton town limits called The Jolly Roadhouse。 Margaret's father； John Brigham； was killed in a barroom shooting incident in the summer of 1959。
Margaret Brigham； who was then almost thirty； began attending fundamentalist prayer meetings。 Her mother had bee involved with a new man （Harold Alison； whom she later married） and they both wanted Margaret out of the house…she believed her mother； Judith； and Harold Alison were living in sin and made her views known frequently。 Judith Brigham expected her daughter to remain a spinster the rest of her life。 In the more pungent phraseology of her soon…to…be stepfather； 'Margaret had a face like the ass end of a gasoline truck and a body to match。' He also referred to her as 'a little prayin' Jesus。'
Margaret refused to leave until 1960； when she met Ralph White at a revival meeting。 In September of that year she left the Brigham。 residence in Motton and moved to a small flat in Chamberlain Centre。
The courtship of Margaret Brigham； and Ralph White terminated in marriage on March 23； 1962。 On April 3； 1962； Margaret White was admitted briefly to Westover Doctors Hospital。
'Nope； she wouldn't tell us what was wrong；' Harold Alison said。 'The one time we went to see her she told us we were living in adultery even though we were hitched； and we were going to hell。 She said God had put an invisible mark on our foreheads； but she could see it。 Acted crazy as a bat in a henhouse； she did。 Her mom tried to be nice； tried to find out what the matter with her was。 She got hysterical and started to rave about an angel with a sword who would walk through the parking lots of roadhouses and cut down the wicked。 We left。'
Judith Alison； however； had at least an idea of what might have been wrong with her daughter； she thought that Margaret had gone through a miscarriage。 If so； the baby was conceived out of wedlock。 Confirmation of this would shed an interesting light on the character of Carrie's mother。
In a long and rather hysterical letter to her mother dated August 19； 1962； Margaret said that she and Ralph were living sinlessly； without 'the Curse of Intercourse'。 She urged Harold and Judith Alison to close their 'abode of wickedness' and do likewise。 'It is；' Margaret declares near the end of her letter； 'the only ＇sic＇ way you & That Man can avoid the Rain of Blood yet to e。 Ralph & I； like Mary & Joseph； will neither know or polute ＇sic＇ each others flesh。 If there is issue； let it be Divine。'
Of course； the calendar tells us that Carrie was conceived later that same year 。。。
The girls dressed quietly for their Monday morning Period One gym class； with no horseplay or little screaming catcalls； and none of them were very surprised when Miss Desjardin slammed open the locker…room and walked in。 Her silver whistle dangling between her small breasts； and if her shorts were the ones she had been wearing on Friday； no trace of Carrie's bloody handprint remained。
The girls continued to dress sullenly； not looking at her。
'Aren't you the bunch to send ou