CHAPTER 13
Jake’s got his arm around me, and I’m sure he means well. Sure that in his mind, it’s the perfectly reasonable reaction when your brand-new wife is sitting next to you bleeding tears out her eye sockets. I’m not making any noise. Since we’re in the back pew, I doubt anyone notices me unless it’s Grandma Lucy. I wonder, does she know? Does she realize what she’s just done to me, or is she so Holy Spirit stoned she can’t pay attention to anything else?
Refusing to be comforted because her children are no more. That’s the depressing verse I had to memorize at Bible quizzing. The one I could never get why a bunch of teenagers like us would have to know by heart.
Refusing to be comforted …
Except now all Grandma Lucy seems to be able to talk about is comfort. She’s used the phras
