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282 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2004
"Oh, Janey. . . ." Her voice was fraught with that familiar catch, the flicker of pain that I'd come to recognize over the years when girls in the third grade were making fun of her, when she'd skinned her knee in the park, when a teenage boy had lied to talk her into having sex, when our father had fallen to the table with chest pains and never recovered. It was my job to keep that sound from Ricki's voice, my job to protect her.
I don't completely subscribe to the notion that God is only prsent in churches, but when your heel scrapes along the stone floor of a cathedral, the air thick with incense and watery light sifted through stained glass, it's clear that God is there. ...so I'd knelt down and prayed to the God who is bigger than any cathedral to (spoiler words removed).