"The Rites and the Regrets; Adele Out Back"
The religion involved is something else. The wind blows in from the east and colors the landscape orange. There's a baptism of sorts going on. Adele used to take a lot of her (usually) younger lovers back to this spot. She'd bring them to this creek with the promise of nudity and jazz and decent bourbon, and though they'd get that (and somehow be happy with just that?), she'd always get more. A sort of power. A validation. Today though, she just takes out her regrets, lights a candle or two, grabs those regrets by the shoulders and holds them under for almost long enough to do some damage.