The Boy Prophet

Edmond Fleg

1926

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Mariette was preparing for her first communion. This was serious:

“The most beautiful day of my life, you understand!”

I didn’t understand.

“There’ll be bells ringing and music and lights: celebrating me, like a queen!” . . . When I make my way up to the altar and reach the last step . . . Jesus, my God, I’ll be scared to death. . . . And when I…

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