But I was sure of one thing. If God were a father, with children, that cleanliness I had been feeling wasn't God.
“There was the Door to which I found no key; There was the Veil through which I might see.”
“I was in Yorkshire. We were a family of five and I used to be sent sometimes to get the rations for the week and I was easily able to carry them back. It was like one egg and a tiny bit of tea.”