Wednesday, August 17, 2016


"When you're alone in church and suddenly it's like, 'Where did all these big dark shadows come from?' I remember when I was a girl that would happen," our downstairs neighbor says about a story her father wrote.

"I used to be so comfortable in church as a kid that I'd just find a place to curl up and go to sleep, because nothing bad could happen in a church," I reply.

"You obviously didn't grow up Catholic," Katie says, laughing.

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