"BEEKEEPER
She did not smoke but there were always cigarette burns in the sheets and dead bees in the folds. Her muff was untrimmed and wild.
" Because of Saturn," she said.
I doused her with water and she did unholy things, but still the halo glowed. two pairs of sheets later and after the near-arson of the closet the halo seemed to disapper. But still she took precautions: she slept sitting up and staring at the ceiling, her head cocked back, soaking in the sink to prevent further flare-ups. But by morning the water had evaporated and the porcelain of the sink had bubbled and blackened.
This is what it is to live with saints"
The People of Paper, Salvador PLascencia