The eight-year-old, newly baptized takes the blessed bit of bread from the silver tray in her brother’s hand glances at her father who is always on the stand And whispers to her mother “When I’m twelve I’ll get to pass the sacrament, won’t I?” “Shhhhh!” The voice of her ten-year-old brother in a loud whisper across their mother’s folded arms: “No!” “Why?” “Shhhhh!” “’Cuse you’re a gurrl!” The eight-year-old’s mind full of every Harry Potter book half of Louisa May Alcott and many other worthy friends speaks silently: “Maybe when I’m thirteen.” The voice of her sixteen-year-old brother who kneels […]
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