Despite my spending so much time with her, Wendy was a ghost. She never had that solid feel, that reassuring weight of other kids’ mothers. Hollis used to call her Sister Wendy, but I always thought of her remove as more unscripted than liturgy, more faery than faithful. So far as I could tell, her religion had mostly to do with martyred saints and mystics, with women married to an unseen world.
