I was the first in my line because I was the shortest boy.
Across the aisle, Claudia was at the head of a long line of girls in white, veiled & serene, palms pressed in prayer. Two by two, we received the Body of Christ & returned to the pews, solemn, sacramental. Later, a man leaned over me, his hand on my shoulder. "Now you're one with God." I thought I already was. This one is another cherita.