Reading Monday, December 18, 2006

It was an odd thing to keep a private cemetery so large without assistance or official sanction. Carrie knew this. She didn't much care. The war had come to her one day, suddenly and with an otherworldly insistence that wasn't the work of the sovereign God she thought she had known. Who else could understand that, except perhaps the dead men in her cemetery? She would not give up her little part of the war; she would not let the war invade and then disappear without a trace, as if there were no need for a reckoning, no way to atone for the great crime. She has long determined to hold on to it by the tail.