Umber (19.34 — Vera’s Story)
April 15, 2012 § Leave a Comment
That was the first of many secret visits Alfred and I made to St. Agnes’. Each time I crept into the church I discovered some new wonder. Behind the altar, the apse was painted with singing cherubs and a sweet-faced woman in blue, rising to heaven on a cloud. In a niche near the back of the church stood a life-sized plaster statue of a young girl wearing pink and yellow robes, holding a lamb. To the left, in his own niche, was the statue of a man tied to a tree, with several arrows sticking out of him. I puzzled over what strange mystery this might signify. I could see the gleam of brass name plates just above the votive lights in front the two plaster saints. Carrying Alfred, I moved close enough to read “Saint Agnes” and “Saint Sebastian” inscribed in the polished metal.
