We sat in a small theatre with red curtains and small seats. I put a coin in a bucket before I walked in. There was a speech and clapping in the pauses between sentences.
It reminded me of when I went to a Catholic wedding in Spanish. I bowed when everyone else bowed, I repeated whatever everyone else without understanding the oaths I was giving, and I laughed at the jokes because everyone joined in.
I took the sacrament without knowing about transubstantiation and how God would be in my stomach and my heart like she offal of fresh sheep.
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