she’d elected to watch her comfort movie instead. This scene always killed her. This woman’s twelve-year-old daughter was up in her bedroom, gruesomely possessed by the devil—while a priest wrote it off as depression. Never mind that the girl was humping crucifixes and levitating. It was an old story, really. Women telling the truth, and no one believing them. Depression, my ass, thought Eva. In the words of Grandma Clo, it’s Satan hisself.
