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. 

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