I wake up in a big bed and I’m the only one in it. I know this is my grandmother’s house because there are three pictures of Jesus on the wall. He’s hanging on the cross in one. He’s sitting in a field with a lot of children standing around him in another. One of them gets to sit in his lap. In the third, his heart is really big and it’s on fire. My grandmother always carries lots of pictures of Jesus in her pocketbook when she comes to visit us in Florida. She hides them around the house so we can find them and remember to go to church when she’s not there. Sometimes she leaves pictures of the Pope too.