October 30, 2012 § Leave a comment
She was soon finished. She seemed so invigorated that I stared at her, amazed. She laughed. “I feel better already, ” she told me. And indeed, she seemed much more robust than she’d been an hour earlier.
“Now, Marla, please hand me some of those envelopes.” She stuffed each envelope with a pile of papers.
“All we need to do now is to place these envelopes in the collection box at the back of Saint Anthony’s Church–do you know where that is?”
I didn’t know why she wanted me to put the envelopes in the collection box, but I nodded, and she placed the bundle of envelopes in my handbag, saying, “The collection box is right next to the statue of Joan of Arc.”
I finished my tea and we talked a bit more, mostly about the weather. Finally I said, “I guess I’d better get over to the church.”
“Oh, yes, the sooner the better! And thank you so much, dear Marla.” She placed her gnarled hands over mine, and I noticed that they were no longer shaking.