Umber (19.33 — Vera’s Story)

April 14, 2012 § Leave a comment

I slipped into the very last pew, which was nearest to the exit, and listened to the practicing choir.  I knew that my family disapproved of papists, but the celestial sound of those Latin-chanting voices filled me with a rapture that I could not pull away from.  My eyes adjusted to the dim light.  Blue and red votive candles flickered in front of a niche containing the statue of a pale and delicate woman.  Her eyes were cast heavenward.  She wore a black veil and a white dress, and her bare feet stood atop mound of pink plaster rose petals.

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