Umber (19.36 — Vera’s Story)
April 17, 2012 § Leave a comment
The air in St. Agnes’ church smelled spicy, a little bit like applesauce, only better. While I listened to the choir practice, I speculated about the purpose of little doors in sets of three that appeared in the walls along both of the outer aisles. Once, when I stayed later than usual, a man in a black robe with a thin, bright purple scarf around his shoulders seemed to appear out of nowhere in the front of the altar. He walked briskly up the outer aisle toward me.