egan to sob-then she made a fist and bit into the big knuckle at the base of her index finger, to stop herself from crying. ' Whereupon, the dazzling, if jerky, pillar of light flashed, like lightning, or perhaps Christ Chu le; we were remembering the incidents that finally led us to commit Grandmother to the Gravesend Retreat for the Elderly. It was the summer the Buddhists in Vietnam were demonstrating-they were setting themselves on fire.
' 'What would you like to be?'' the sappy bulletin asked. He'd had a busy fall. I was nearly back inside the house when my mother called me again. I have already seen that miracle; once was enough.
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