The Unworthy

by Agustina Bazterrica

We saw her laugh, we saw her intimate, personal celebration. Her sacred dance. For a moment, I thought she was happy.

Lucía walked Lourdes to her cell, dressed her in her nightgown, laid her down, and tucked her in.

She also said she didn’t want to be Enlightened because she wouldn’t see me anymore, because she didn’t want Him to touch her. I hugged her as though it could protect her.

but she danced, or tried to imitate dancing, and it looked as though she was trembling, as though her body was convulsing.