Only a cruel and vicious god would do such a thing, I thought to myself as Anna stood there in front of me. She taunted me with every step she took, every gesture she made, and every word she spoke. I desperately wanted to leap onto the stage and hold her. I wanted to feel her in my arms again. My hopes for this trip were to clear my mind and begin the healing process. That was impossible now.
Only a cruel and vicious god would do such a thingI watched Anna very intently as she monologued. It took me much longer than it should have to realize that there would be no singing in this production. I waited for Anna to break into song, but she never did.
She stood out against the dark curtain as she moved. It opened revealing a two-dimensional wooden village. A number of real-looking carts and
