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Memorial Park had a carousel and a snack bar; it was where all the kids hung out if they weren't going to the mall and her father was sure to look in both places. Then, a picture popped into her head of the little embryo sprouting its stumpy arms and legs like a bean and its shoot.
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Our Lady of Sorrows
OUR LADY OF SORROWS Catholic Church sat on a large expanse of lawn one block south of Memorial Park in Omaha. It was early June and beds of annual flowers and perennial bushes were in full bloom, their brilliant colors reflected in the mist from the watering system. Jordana Colon was skipping school for the first time all year and she had been headed for the park until she remembered that the school called the house of every absent student and with her father home now that he was laid off, he was almost certain to come looking for her. Memorial Park had a carousel and a snack bar; it was where all the kids hung out if they weren't going to the mall and her father was sure to look in both places. But he would never look in Our Lady of Sorrows.
Jordana had passed the church hundreds of times. The building was large and ornate, with flying buttresses and spires and saints tucked into little alcoves. As she approached, she saw a statue of Mary tucked between purple azaleas. Mary on the half shell, that's what her father and other members of the Church of the Living Word derisively called the catholic relic, but Jordana had often found herself staring as she passed. Something about the way the infant laid it...See the full content of this document
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