But nothing would change the course of events. The tiny fingers jabbed forward, and the black foam touched Father Obregón's lips. He felt it fizzing like a carbonated drink on his lips and then the tip of his tongue.
EAT GOD.
There was a moment as the substance soaked into his bloodstream, a moment of stillness. The patchworks let go of him, and his arms fell at his sides. Naima pushed through the crowd and stopped in front of him; she looked crushed when she saw the black foam on his lips.
Tears ran down her cheeks. "Don't go. Oh please, don't leave me alone here."
Father Obregón smiled. Just as he was about to say something, the moment of stillness
ended
and everything made sense.
Father Obregón's mind felt as if it had burst. Light poured in from every direction, swirling
