Isabella clearly recalled an excerpt from the preachers' sermon: "You shall not make for yourself an idol in the form of anything in heaven above or on the earth beneath. Therefore, my friends, flee from idolatry." The words consistently repeated themselves.
Now, to say Isabella was not a religious teenager would be incorrect.
Verses of the Hebrew bible were strategically placed throughout her bedroom. Attending the synagogue was a strict occurrence on Sunday mornings. Prayers, even, were of a higher caliber than her straight-A graded schoolwork.
Thus, her emotions savagely overtook her consciousness, not allowing a chance to free herself. Spotlights flooded the backyard in rapid movements. She fell to her knees at the zealous resonance of Phineas' guitar, let alone the sight of his fervent ecstasy. The presence of any others seemed to dissipate. Her body trembled with the possession of his lustful melody. Its beat surged through the strongest of her emotions. Her cheeks burned with carnal desires, and her mind raged with longing.
Though very much to her objection, she could slowly discern her piety wandering from her God, and losing itself in Phineas.