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From the Author
There was a crowd, of course.
A voice floated over.
"Dammit, I don't know who to call, find out. And get this thing turned off! We've got to remove him now."
The officer blocking her hesitated, and Julia pushed her way through. The cane helped, and Father Geoff cleared the rest of the way by calling over to her.
Father Geoff was standing by the fountain, out of which sprouted a leg in a wet navy pant leg with a shredded hem. As she walked over, the rest of the man came into view.
Saul of Tarsus.
This Saul lay face up in the fountain. Water splashed all around his floating form, continuing to baptize him over and over. Julia could barely take in the sight. His unblinking eyes. His face turned to the heavens. He had experienced a revelation all his own. The expression on his face told her -- he had seen a light, a terrible light. And had gone to it.
She looked up at the priest. Father Geoff's eyes had gone beyond sorrow. She didn't know what else to do, so she threw her arms around him and kissed his forehead, and he buried his face into her shoulder and began to cry.