215/365 Asthma

"While I was in back with Leo, what did Fr. Miguel have to say?" Mike asks. He's talking about the homily.

I think. I remember the beginning, about Conrad Hilton and Bill Gates and charity. But after that, it's a blank.

"I don't remember," I admit. "I was busy trying to keep Maeve still so she could breathe ok."

She stayed the night at my parents' house. Cats. Her face was puffy and eyes glassy and she was restless. She is often restless at church, yes, but this was different. She sat on my lap and I thought about her and it was as if I hadn't gone to church at all. Dang it.