In a near church, an aged, plump woman sat on one of the mahogany-colored pews. She’s looking down at her lap, as if immersed in a deep, solemn prayer. Her hands, which I cannot see at that point, appear to be clenched tightly. But only until I inched closer as I exit the church that I understood what the trance was all about – she was texting on her Blackberry.
The Woman Inside the Church