After the mass, I even went up to the priest who was attending the altar and asked him if he’d seen her or if he knew who she was, and he gave me a strange look and said, ‘No, I didn’t see a little girl running around in the aisles.’”

Mama was silent. She reached over and grasped my hands with both her hands and said, “I know there’s more, child, I know there’s more.”

Pausing, I felt a chill run through me as I began to realize that Mama was way ahead of me again.

“Go ahead and finish, Mr. Jim,” she said.

Her hands gripping mine now, I continued. “Well, last night I dreamt about the little girl in the church, but in my dream she was wearing the necklace and when I woke up this morning in kind of a half sleep, I remembered the scene in the church and realized the little girl in the dream was wearing your medallion. All this took me back to that night in the church and I then had the memory of the light in the church reflecting off the necklace that night I saw her there. I recalled in that instant that she WAS wearing the medallion that night in the church, this very same medallion.”