Coming April 2009
From Kunati Press
Sister Charlie died the week I turned seven. Hate killed her, or so I’d heard. Whether it was hers or my own, I wasn’t quite sure.
 
For three days the nuns herded us into the Chapel to visit her body. And for two hours on each of those days, I knelt before dead Sister Charlie and worried about Hell.
 
Hers and mine.
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KIM MICHELE RICHARDSON
        Author of The Unbreakable Child
Photo by Andrew Eccles