“When the crowd began their entrance, I quickly ran across the street and scrunched in between some folks unnoticed, underneath the shadow of umbrellas, dark raincoats, and sheets of rain. The crowd moved quickly forward, I was past the front gates now – still unnoticed. This was the closest I had been to the church and my nerves were on fire. I looked up and through the rain I could see the façade of the horrible presence of the church that I so loathed all these years – so close to me… and yet so far. I was slowly stumbling towards it, being pushed forward in the tide of parishioners.
“You know Little Joe, I don’t know if I was meant to go in or not, or whether things would be different if I had entered but I just couldn’t in my heart go through with it. I could not bring myself t
