the tiny body shook with a kind of fury of pain; they watched the eyeballs roll up and suddenly become fixed, like marbles in a solitaire-board, yellow and ugly with death. The woman let go his hand and scrambled to a pool of water, cupping her fingers for it. The priest said, ‘We don’t need that any more,’ standing up with his hands full of wet shirt. The woman opened her fingers and let the water fall.
