“ Do you know what she did? Your cunting daughter? ”
We mourn the blossoms of May because they are to whither; but we know that May is one day to have its revenge upon November, by the revolution of that solemn circle which never stops---which teaches us in our height of hope, ever to be sober, and in our depth of desolation, never to despair.
~ William Peter Blatty
Her shoes were comfortable. They reflected her hope for the evening.
The child was slender as fleeting hope.
Perhaps evil is the crucible of goodness... and perhaps even Satan - Satan, in spite of himself - somehow serves to work out the will of God.
