‘Your niece, ma’am. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. She saw her mother, her pale face, a woman in a white robe, calling to her from a sun drenched balcony. She kept her face downcast.
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