The church was too small. There was no hiding from the painted eyes of the Son, and he wanted --not really-- to hide. Because each day it got harder to remember why he shouldn't smash those chipping eyes right in. Why shouldn't he when his family-
It was for Sister Ruth that he didn't. She’d been --a liar-- so kind to him, always so very kind. Taking care of him after-
The church was too small, Jei was too small, but there was an anger growing inside him that promised --oh, yes-- to take care of that.