For a moment she stood with her hand on his shoulder. Then he seized her wrists and squeezed them so tight that she cried out; the next instant he put his arms around her, as tender and frightened and ashamed as he had been back then. “My son . . . what is it?” whispered his mother in alarm. In the dark she could feel the man shaking his head. Then he let her go, and they walked back up to the church.
