He wasn’t exactly sure why he did it—nostalgia perhaps—but he suddenly reversed his steps, walked swiftly through the apartment, and went into the nave of the church. The exit signs, a bank of seven-day vigil candles, and the tabernacle lamp gave enough light for him to find his way to the sanctuary without banging his knees on the pews. He genuflected, made the sign of the cross, and went up behind the altar and knelt in front of the tabernacle. He tried to force words of prayer through his mind, but they trailed off, lifeless. He just stayed there without moving until the riot subsided, and
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