this morning #589.

this morning, something inside of her was sure to shortly rupture. the red in her face was beginning to betray her true feelings about how she’d been treated by her fellow parishioners. hail mary, full of grace. mrs. monihan looked over her left shoulder & sneered at her. the lord is with thee. two teens across the aisle whispered to each other. blessed art thou among women. the priest shifted his sermon to something about the sanctity of life. and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, jesus. she did her best to remain calm. holy mary, mother of god. nobody was perfect. pray for us sinners. now wasn’t a good time for her. now & at the hour of our death. folks would have to respect her choice. amen.