Shafts of light divided the nave. I witnessed a young woman throwing herself down in front of the altar. The scene was as dramatic as any Caravaggio. What could have caused such despair? What are we without love? Waiting, said Evelyn. Miss Everly smiled. She rested her chin in her hand. Her eyes set firmly on Evelyn’s face, scrutinizing. Waiting, she repeated. And are you waiting, my dear? No, said Evelyn. Not anymore.
