22 Fillmore after work

Through the throng, I can see a mother and her elementary-age daughter who is slumped into the plastic bench, legs swinging from the seat. She is making the sign of the cross, over and over again, her mouth moving to a prayer or maybe one she made herself. She touches her crossed fingers to forehead-heart-left-right. Then she changes it up, finding all the combinations she can. Forehead-heart-right-left and then heart-left-right-forehead.