Published in 2010
“They’re kneeling in the living room, he and his mother, in front of the sliding screen door that opens to the patio and backyard, and beyond that the tall grass and trees are shaking when the wind comes through, making a sound like the ocean against the land. Arms folded over his chest, the boy opens his eyes and cranes his neck to get a look at the tall grass and trees. But he scares easily and focuses on his mother’s face instead, how her eyes are clamped shut, the tiny motions of her lips when she talks in the funny language, her breathy voice. She says, ‘We ask thee that no harm or accident may fall upon us,’ then some other things and then, ‘Amen.’”
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