I always felt another presence in the room with Granny.
She looked straight through me — her eyes fixed on some invisible thing.
Seventy pounds of pure spirit, I felt her love with the force of ten thousands hammers.
Her snuff-stained apron as holy as a nun’s habit.
She wrapped a string around a wart on my finger, mumbled incomprehensible words — then buried the string.
In three days, my wart was gone.