She looked down absently. A young girl stood a little apart from the singers. Monica noticed her—and their tearful eyes met.
Then singers also could know sorrow.
Suddenly—her own seemed lightened.
Monica's soul surged forward. She wanted to comfort, to help this brown-eyed girl. Perhaps her grief was harder to bear.
One of the men stepped toward the girl and pushed her rudely.
Sing he commanded.
O Padre mio—she broke into sobs. The singers moved on to another street.
Monica had read into another soul.
Deep calling unto deep.