Essays, Fall 2006

Elizabeth’s Quilt

by Julie Donaldson

THE STALE, LATE-AFTERNOON AIR hung heavily in the small chapel as the bishop stood at the pulpit reading the usual announcements. The stifling heat, close quarters, and crying babies bred inattention among the congregation—until the bishop suddenly paused and became more serious than usual. “Elizabeth,” he began, “went into premature labor last week.” Only then did [...]

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