Extreme Places Extract 3: Holy

Rachel_4_DSC00325We looked good. My parents marched us to the front pew at Mass every Sunday, despite always being late. My mother was all glamour and virtue: black hair, dark eyes, olive skin, red lipstick; her head dramatically bowed till after the service, when it was time to charm her fellow parishioners. No one knew that church was the only time she left the house from one day, week, month to the next.

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