I didn’t notice her faith until I drove her from the Bronx to upstate New York to see her mother. By then I had known her for well over a year, and I should have noticed. She always carried a rosary, no matter how difficult her position was. She had once given it to me to keep before she was arrested for lifting from the dollar store. “It is my symbol of peace and tranquility. Safety and protection. Reminds me that there is something greater out there, greater than this earth and its people. Something better than this.” She wore that rosary as we sat in
