Spain of Note The old church tower loomed more ominously than should a place of worship. For mortals, the building might be where they came to be closer to God. For Lucita
Spain The old church tower loomed more ominously than should a place of worship. For mortals, the building might be where they came to be closer to God. For Lucita, it was a portal not to heaven but to torment. Yet she was here. She paused, delaying for a few more minutes the inevitable, that which she had held at bay for close to a century. She had sworn that she would never set foot inside the place again. Yet she was here. In her agitation at Talley and at the two different employers who had