Easter Break
Easter break lasted but a week. With her newfound freedom – Matthew used to take a lot of her time – Frances enjoyed it thoroughly, playing tennis with her brothers, hiking in the backcountry and visiting her best friend in the city. Yet, her mind always returned to the little church where father Tristan was probably praying, or preaching, or tackling paper work. The book he had offered her – Knowing God – always sat in her enormous handbag. She never dared opening it in public, what would her parents say? Her best friend, who jumped from boyfriend to boyfriend and smoked pot in soirées? Despite the secrecy, Frances devoured it with frightening concentration. Those words could have come out of Tristan’s mouth. Sometimes, she found it reductive, or plain naïve. But other chapters brought
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