in my heart.”
The two boys stared at him with open eyes.
“Never will I believe that,” said Cyprian.
“Or it may be in thy heart,” said Ramón. “Hast thou a place in thy heart for the soul of thy mother?”
The young Cyprian stared with bewildered hazel eyes.
“The soul of my mother goes direct to Paradise, because she is a saint,” he asserted flatly.
“Which Paradise, my son?”
“The only one. Where God is.”
“And where is that?”
There was a pause.
“In the sky,” said Cyprian, stubbornly.
“It is very far and very empty. But I believe, my son, that the hearts of living men are the very middle of the sky. And there God is; and Paradise; inside the hearts of living men and