Chapter Eighteen
The school was a little larger than his church, but not by much. And it was obvious that the school was where Father Jimmy spent any of the excess money that he found lingering at the bottom of the weekly collection plate: Each child had a desk, a lined note book, pencil and a large pink eraser. The desks were pushed together in two’s, so the children could each share a textbook.
When Father Jimmy and Lindsey entered through the double doors, the children immediately dropped their voices and their white, wide eyes turned to examine their new visitor: The Gringa, some child whispered.
Father Jimmy’s introduction in Spanish produced shy smiles and melodious giggles. The children were lovely in their school uniforms: light blue cardigans over a white shirt or blouse and da
