As I squatted on the grass at the edge of the woods, the pee felt hot between my legs. I watched in puddle in the dirt, the smell of it rising into the night. There was no difference between my piss and June's. That's what I thought when I looked at the dark circle on the ground. Piss is Piss.

The whole problem with people is they know what matters but they don't choose it. ~Secret Lives of Bees.

Still everyone, including the abbot, had said that he was running away from his grief. They'd had no idea what they were talking about. He'd cradled his grief, almost to the point of loving it. For so long he refused to give it up, because leaving it behind was like leaving her.

I said, 'Where's all that delivering God's supposed to do?'He snorted. 'You're right, the only deliverance is the one we get for ourselves. The Lord doesn't have any hands and feet but ours.'That doesn't say much for the Lord.'It doesn't say much for us, either.