A Place Where Things Join, Thirteen

At the payphone Marian called home several times but couldn't get through. She didn't want to go home. Partly she was terrified of telling Kel the news, and partly she believed it was some kind of misunderstanding, something she should keep quiet because of the knack the world has for sorting these kinds of things [...]

A Place Where Things Join, Twelve

Several heads turned to Marian; some, she thought with strange, sympathetic glances like winks of acknowledgement. Marian smiled and pretended to fuss with her children. In fact in no time at all Katy was digging into her nose with a finger and Marian occupied herself by delivering yet another warning, quietly into her daughter's ear. [...]

The Earthquake

Domingo returned five years after the earthquake. The diocese had been prepared to pay for his flight there but he had opted instead to drive. He remembered the roads, and tried to avoid air travel, not simply because of the attention he drew in his black cassock—the handshakes and genuflections and requests for blessings—there was [...]