Besides, I lost all interest in looking up when Father Rentería assured me I’d never know the Glory of God. Said I wouldn’t get to see it even from a distance . . . On account of my sins. But he shouldn’t have told me that. Life beats you down all on its own. The only thing that keeps a person going is the hope you’ll end up someplace different after you die, but when one door slams in your face and the only other one takes you straight to Hell, it would’ve been better never to have been born . . . For me, Juan Preciado, Heaven is right here where I am now.
