“What?” She exclaimed. “That is weird. It must have been a bad dream if it was about that place. It’s the devil’s church -- that’s what my mom says, anyway.” He heard it called that before, but now the meaning was amplified in his mind. He was reluctant now to share his dream, what would she think of him?
“I know, I know, I’ve heard the stories about it, but you know what, I don’t really believe all of that. It’s just a vacant church, that’s all.” He said.
He wanted to be careful of what he divulged. He knew Daisy’s mom was the most resolute of Catholics and he figured her daughter was the same. He was taught that there was a place for God in him – in needful times at least. Now more than ever though, in the face of death – that hope came alive. There could be some hope in tha
