Marta sighed as she continued to think, and she began to pray again, silently, her mouth moving to the words though as her thoughts turned towards the victims of the cartels and Mexico.
Am I doing the right thing?
People had come in and out of the nave as she prayed. It wasn't an odd thing. St. Basil's was a tourist attraction as much as a church. The docents always tried to keep the place respectful of those who weren't here to see the sights. You got used to ignoring the extra sounds, even if there was something that bothered her that people thought this was just a place for them to look at. It just seemed...irreverent.
Another person entered and Marta didn't look, even as she heard the kneeler touch the floor. Another person was here to pray. She kept her focus on the crucifix at the front. The man spoke his prayer aloud, albeit quietly. Some people prayed out loud. It was usually pretty easy to ignore even with her keen sense of hearing. Like the people walking in and out of the church, you just got used to it. Marta would have ignored it, but he wasn't praying in English. He was praying in Spanish.
Her recent prayer had been about the cartels and her decision to fight them in her own way. That always brought thoughts of Mexico, and then a man stepped in and began praying in Spanish. It was enough to make Marta turn her head. She saw the man now, dressed sharply but not overtly so. The most prominent thing she saw was a golden crucifix that hung about his neck. She looked at him with curiosity. It just seemed very coincidental that she had been thinking about Mexico and someone who spoke Spanish showed up. By his accent and his skin tone, she assumed he had come from there as well.
His words echoed in her ears. "Grant Peace. To her." Was he praying for her to have peace? Peace. Peace sounded so nice. Marta felt peace at times, but it was short lived. She could count on peace when she watched Lily, but any other time, it depended on a lot of different factors.
Marta looked down in embarrasment as she realized she had been staring at him. She tried really hard not to be rude. "Disculpe, señor. No pretendía mirarlo fijamente. ¿Está rezando por mí?"*
Spanish came easily to her, even if she didn't speak it as much anymore. It was nice to hear it and nice to feel the words on her tongue again. The language itself was one of the few good memories she had of Mexico. She kept her eyes down and absentmindedly began to scatch Splash's ears.
*Excuse me, sir. I don't mean to stare. Are you praying for me?
Am I doing the right thing?
People had come in and out of the nave as she prayed. It wasn't an odd thing. St. Basil's was a tourist attraction as much as a church. The docents always tried to keep the place respectful of those who weren't here to see the sights. You got used to ignoring the extra sounds, even if there was something that bothered her that people thought this was just a place for them to look at. It just seemed...irreverent.
Another person entered and Marta didn't look, even as she heard the kneeler touch the floor. Another person was here to pray. She kept her focus on the crucifix at the front. The man spoke his prayer aloud, albeit quietly. Some people prayed out loud. It was usually pretty easy to ignore even with her keen sense of hearing. Like the people walking in and out of the church, you just got used to it. Marta would have ignored it, but he wasn't praying in English. He was praying in Spanish.
Her recent prayer had been about the cartels and her decision to fight them in her own way. That always brought thoughts of Mexico, and then a man stepped in and began praying in Spanish. It was enough to make Marta turn her head. She saw the man now, dressed sharply but not overtly so. The most prominent thing she saw was a golden crucifix that hung about his neck. She looked at him with curiosity. It just seemed very coincidental that she had been thinking about Mexico and someone who spoke Spanish showed up. By his accent and his skin tone, she assumed he had come from there as well.
His words echoed in her ears. "Grant Peace. To her." Was he praying for her to have peace? Peace. Peace sounded so nice. Marta felt peace at times, but it was short lived. She could count on peace when she watched Lily, but any other time, it depended on a lot of different factors.
Marta looked down in embarrasment as she realized she had been staring at him. She tried really hard not to be rude. "Disculpe, señor. No pretendía mirarlo fijamente. ¿Está rezando por mí?"*
Spanish came easily to her, even if she didn't speak it as much anymore. It was nice to hear it and nice to feel the words on her tongue again. The language itself was one of the few good memories she had of Mexico. She kept her eyes down and absentmindedly began to scatch Splash's ears.
*Excuse me, sir. I don't mean to stare. Are you praying for me?