The widow set down the axe. She wiped her hands on her apron and studied Ela for a long, uncomfortable moment. Then she laughed—a short, sharp sound, like a branch snapping.
“Then pray. Prayer fills the soul.”
But the tears would not come.
Ela’s throat tightened. “That’s just a story.” holydumplings
“Hands are not enough.”
Fluffy, cloud-like buns filled with everything from spicy beef to epic crispy tofu. The widow set down the axe