" I put the cookie in my mouth. I drank the cup, all the while looking at a congregation my son belonged in, knowing that it existed only in this moment. I swallowed, and I felt like I was sharing in a spicy, tart communion, strange and rare. It was a taste of the world as I wanted it to be. Inside the house the drapes twitched. The world as it actually was, present and watching. "

― Joshilyn Jackson , The Almost Sisters