Ralph

I took it before she almost dropped it, she was so shaky, and looked it over. Then I almost dropped it. “Where did...”

“Right here, on the ground, looking up at me,” she said.

“Let’s go, let’s get rolling,” Fatso hollered.

We let him.

“It’s Him, right?” Lou said, meaning Jesus.

I nodded.

She started doing the Twist. She always does that when she gets excited about something, she starts dancing.

I told her to stop. We had to think. This was serious. This could be a Holy Object. Just holding it in my hands I could feel it, you know? Feel the power. Whatever it was, this was no ordinary rock.

“I’m waiting!” Fatso yelled.

“What should we do with it, Ralph?”

“I don’t know. I’m thinking we should probably show it to Father Clay.” Father Clay’s the pastor of our church, Our Lady of Sorrows. He looks like a bulldog. Some of the kids call him that, not to his face.

“What’ll he do with it?”

“That’s up to him. But you know what I’m thinking we should do? Right now? You and me?”

“Bring it over, let’s have a look!”