Chapter 17: Donations
It’s Sunday morning, nearing noon, and Saint-Anne’s ward is squirming with activity. Honoré has never seen McGauran’s neighborhood quite like this before. People are dressed in their best clothes and their children almost look respectable. He’s asked Durocher to stop the carriage near the church on Basin Street and has been sitting in the cabin, hidden from view, peering out at the crowd from behind the black curtain. He likes to watch the women chatting together at the bottom of the church steps. How wonderful it must be to have friends to share your life with. One of the women reminds him of his own mother, or at least, her portrait. What would his mother think of this quarter? He likes to believe she’d have been a charitable lady without too much pretense.
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