When I Was Four, My Mother Left Me Alone in a Church—Twenty Years Later She Returned Crying, “We Need You”
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Chapter 34 - FLORENCE’S QUESTION
“Are you afraid?”
“Yes.”
“Of the procedure?”
“Some.”
“Of seeing them again?”
“More.”
Florence nodded.
“You don’t have to.”
“I know.”
“Do you?”
I looked at her.
“Yes.”
She smiled.
“Good.”
May you like
At nearly eighty, Florence’s hands had become painful enough that she rarely played full Sunday Mass anymore.
But she still knew how to detect when I was lying to myself.
