Next day,
After the pastor's sermon was over, the congregation stood and made their way toward the church door. The sky above the churchyard shimmered with a mix of colors that stretched to the very edges of sight. A breeze picked up, ruffling the people's hair, clothes and faces. The air smelled of pine and damp dirt. The wind carried off the smell of wood smoke from the bonfires outside on the churchyard . As Lola approached the entrance of the church, the smell brought back memories of times long gone. Memories that were now in the grave .
People coming out from the church looked at her with wide eyes and whispered things like, "What is she doing here?" , " Isn't that Lola Borbón?" , " I heard she hasn't been to church in years. ", " Ah! No wonder she cheated on her ex husband to be with her current husband."
