‘Mary, Mother of God…You look beautiful…As you do each day…’
‘Just “Mary”,’ the other woman said. Her eyes smiled and Evangelina was surprised to see that tiny lines did form in the soft skin surrounding them. ‘We are friends now, Evangelina.’
Evangelina dared to hope that they could be friends, but Mary’s confirmation filled her with such joy that she was afraid she would weep.
Mary sat back in the chair and rested her hands; Evangelina was certain they would be softly clasped in her lap. ‘Tell me what is wrong?’
It wasn’t unusual for Evangelina to unburden to the Mother of God, but normally Mary was dressed in traditional robes. That contained Mary—no hair, no skin other than her face and hands—offered guidance and peace of mind that Evangelina was certain came directly from Mary’s f
