Shadows in the French Quarter
Shadows in the French Quarter My name is Marie. I used to be a nun. Now I adjust lights. The change happened on a Tuesday in October 1947. I was twenty-six, standing in the sacristy of St. Louis Cathedral, staring at a wooden cross that had hung on my wall for eight years. My hands were shaking. Not from cold. From the knowledge that in exactly forty minutes, I would be walking out those doors...
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