Walking up LeJeune Court, I asked God if he would send down a celestial staircase so I could walk up into the night sky and go to heaven before I had to endure the sound I dreaded more than any other—the crunching sound of my feet on the gravel on my driveway that told me I was home. Sister Rita Marie told us God sent staircases for saints all the time. I stood in the rain awhile to see if my staircase would appear. Apparently I wasn’t a saint.
