Easter night, around one o'clock, the lobby -- Cindy OTA/MW
It was like every year since Cindy had come to the Manor. She came back from the Easter service at the Greek Orthodox church, humming quietly and feeling deeply at peace, despite all the upsets connected, in one way or another, to delaminating girders and the Temmincks.
But now it was Easter, and Cindy was coming home, a little lantern with a night-light lit from the Easter candles dangling from the handle of her wheelchair. How many times had she done this already, now?