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Bitty Brown hid behind a stone pillar across the way from several large trash bins on High Street in Dungarran, bare feet tucked under a tattered dress she’d been given by the Sisters of Mercy Orphanage. She covered her head from the misting rain with a piece of canvas she’d taken from the orphanage’s laundry room. One small rough hand gripped a worn bag she’d pilfered from one of the other girls. Inside this bag, she kept a treasure, a secret treasure she’d had since she was only four years old.
As darkness descended upon the small town, Bitty stood and looked down High Street to the right, then to the left. The shop keepers had turned off the lights, locked the doors, and left for home, and just as she’d hoped, the streets were now deserted as they were every Wednesday evening at six when people gathered for services at the Dungarran Church of Ireland.
Bitty had visited the church only two nights ago when Ireland’s cold winds cut through her like daggers. She’d thought she might freeze to death outside under her cardboard, and not wanting at that moment to die, she sought refuge in the church. Fearing that she would be thrown out, she hid behind the last row of pews. She sighed as she sat down, treasure in hand, on the thick rug. It felt so much better on her bare feet than the icy streets. She’d been warm there.
She decided that night to become a proper Christian someday.
But then, the pastor came ‘round, a tall, good-looking young man wearing a black robe.
Bitty closed her eyes, curled herself into a tight ball, and waited for him to walk past. She heard his footsteps coming nearer, an odd sound, as if one foot fell a little lighter than the other.
Her heart pounded.
Then the footsteps stopped briefly.
Bitty did not open her eyes for fear the pastor would be standing beside her. He’d then toss her out, back on the streets.
She sighed quietly as she heard him walk past and into the small rectory office. When she heard the door close, she opened her blue eyes.Draped over the pew in front of her was a woman’s shawl. She hadn’t seen it when she’d first come in, but now, the thick fringed wool, unattended, proved too much to resist. Bitty picked it up carefully and wrapped it around her shoulders. She was small for her age, terribly undersized, even now at nineteen, so the shawl covered her from her shoulders to her feet. She rubbed her cold hands along the soft wool, hugged the shawl tightly over her and let her head fall back. She closed her eyes and tried to remember when she’d ever been this warm. Nothing came to mind, so she made a sign of the cross in thanks, slid under the pew, and fell fast asleep.
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