Moonsong Glacier worship

God.

in vain? in a prayer?

perhaps it was a correction. a correction to the fact that it was not bartholomew who had helped them, but it had been God. he liked to think abe was that attentive, that devout.

then he spoke of his mother.

if bartholomew's heart could have been heard, it would have been the soft sound of a cracking stone. the start of something crumbling away.

her love knew no bounds. knows, i should say. even now she looks down and smiles upon us.

she had loved her boys, so fiercely, hadn't she?

through all of their personal strife, he had at least given her two things to cherish.

do you plan to stay with me, abe?

or had he come just to see what missionary work did to a man?