Prayers for Sale page 217

The old woman peered past the red 

geraniums in her deep front window at 

the figure lingering in the moon white
snow at the gate. In the gloom of the 

late winter afternoon Hennie Comfort

did not recognize in the woman, who

stood like a curious bird her head 

cocked to one side as she looked at 

the fence then the front door 

and back at the fence again.