“The next time your eyes see red, make a little prayer. It will always be answered.”
“To Christ?” asked Mrs. Lupo, who had been to a mission school as a girl.
“Yes, to Christ, who never spoke a harsh word even when He was struck in the face and spit upon and finally nailed to a cross.”
“What shall I say?” asked the other, as interested as a child.
“When you feel the rage coming on, say over and over: ‘Oh, Christ, take my anger from me and make me gentle and kind.’”
Mrs. Lupo repeated the prayer several times.
“And it will come true?” she asked.
“Always, always. Try it and see.”
At last the half-breed rose to her feet. The knife stood upright between them swaying on its blade.
“You forgive?” she asked.