A Temple of the Holy Ghost

When I read this title I thought for some reason it would lead into a discussion of the body. I am not quite sure why but reading the title had my mind elsewhere.
In the first couple of lines I am already falling in love with the way in which the writer communicates. "Getting so red and hot that they were ugly." I can picture myself as one of these girls laughing as my freckled covered face turned red. I used to put on my moms lipstick when I was little and even thought it wasn't quite my color I wanted to be like mom. I say all of this because I imagine that these little girls did the very same thing. Being young and wanting to feel older they took the bright colored lipstick and scribbled it on their face clunking around in high heels too big for their feet.
Fast forward I see this image, "The sun was going down and the sky was turning a bruised violet color that seemed to be connected with the sweet mournful sound of the music." This imagery is absolutely beautiful. When I think of the color violet I am connected to flowers, no matter what color they are I think of them as purple. To me purple is this sign of beauty found in the most overlooked things. The going down of the sun is one of my favorite parts of the day. It seems to resolve everything and create this separation in which carries us into a night of limitless possibilities.
I am unable to identify my favorite character. I think it may Susan, but I am not sure if that is because of her character or because of the fact that she is a skinny, pale, redhead (do you see the possibility for the bias?) The two girls remind me of my friendship with my friend Anna Marie. She has this beautiful blonde hair that tendrils up. She does not sound nasally but she, if embarrassed enough will tun different colors. We find ourselves doing this quite often.
I think my favorite scene is when the boys begin to play music. With nothing ringing in the air but a guitar and a harmonica they find themselves becoming lost in the music. I love to sit in my room and stum on my guitar. Even though I have much to learn I feel a peace when I hear the sound of the guitar expanding to fill my room.
I say all of this to conclude with this, I really enjoyed this story.