On her back, she could feel the eyes of Our Lady Queen of Angels, Saint Joseph, John the Baptist, and the Magdalene. On her legs, she could feel the heat of his nearness through three inches of air and five blessed layers of fabric. She closed her eyes. “Anna?” Joe said. Anna’s eyes popped open, her cheeks a little flushed in the candlelight. “I was thinking about . . . crime.
-Jennifer Kincheloe
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