He put the flagstone back into place and then joined Valencia.
She was sitting under the Altar with her knees doubled up under her and her back against the marble support.
There was no sound.
Yet to Valencia there was the special atmosphere of Holiness that she had always found in the Chapel on every one of her visits.
It was as if the many generations of Dolphins who had worshipped there had left their faith to vibrate for those who still came to pray.
Valencia went to the Chapel whenever she felt upset or depressed and she had also gone there with her joys and happiness.
She actually felt nearer to God in the Chapel than in the Village Church.
Sometimes after her mother’s death she had been sure, as she knelt to pray in one of the ancient carved pews, that her mother was there bes
