Maria of Cartegena

Two new friends find trust on a bus ride.

ANSWERS FROM THE Divine come. Not always in the way we expect, but they come, Maybe you'll hear an answer in the smell of a fragrant rose in an English garden, in the roar of ocean waves at night—or in the eyes of a humble prostitute.

Now, if you're expecting some glorious story of reformation, this isn't it. Or perhaps it is. I can't be sure.

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