Lola followed behind Tucker, seeing many pairs and several lonely girls like herself on the road, their faces full of unease.
They were peers, the older ones about twenty, and the younger ones were around seventeen or eighteen.
She hid her emotions deep inside, while they wore theirs on their faces.
"Are they your comrades?"
Lola struggled to keep up with Tucker's pace.
The latter walked with his upper body straight, legs taut, arms swinging high, marching.
Hearing Lola's words, Tucker stopped abruptly, nearly causing Lola to bump into him—thankfully, she stood firm.
"Yes!" Tucker nodded.
Lola had some grievances against him but didn't dare to say much, "Are they also going to get married like us?"
"Yes!"
"So are we going to the church?"
"No church, no priest, Mr. Roman said to drive them all out."
