..."It was late August. Sebastian had brought up a few carrots, tomatoes, peppers and onions from the garden.
Her grandmother was sitting on the porch. She was praying, as usual. She was peeling the potatoes that Sebastian had brought up. Victoria was thinking. She was wondering how she would solve her legal status in NY. There were several possibilities. She could apply via the residency lottery, get married or be sponsored by a company (which involved staying for three years in the country and a mountain of paperwork and bureaucracy). And then she had seen Regina and felt the loathsome acid rise in her gut.
- Is something up?
She knew, so Victoria told her everything.
- Put your trust in the Lord. Put everything in his hands.
Anyone could have uttered these words, but it was grandmother who said it.
She spoke with her thin lips and squirrely eyes. Around her chin fell flabby jowls like a wrinkled gauze curtain. Her face was lined but she had a full head of thick hair from her temples back. She spoke with the voice of an old woman, and when she said "trust in the Lord," she looked to the sky.
- Put it out of your mind. Look beyond it. I will give you an example.
- Imagine that you need to peel these potatoes and you say to me, "Grandma, can you peel these potatoes for me in half an hour?" And then you go and do whatever it is you need to do.
- Do you trust that I will have those potatoes peeled when you return?
- Yes, of course.
- Could you ever imagine that I would leave them unpeeled?
- Of course not.
- Well, that’s how it is with the Lord. He will never fail you. Anything you ask for, the Lord provides.
Her grandmother stood up and cleared her throat.
- But there is something very important not to be forgotten.
- That many of the requests that rise to heaven from down here on Earth, do not rise to His ears. He cannot hear.
- Because every time you ask something of the Lord, you have to ask with faith. Most of the requests of the men of the earth do not reach His ears because they are not sent with enough faith. Men do not ask with Faith.
She spoke with such faith. As if her words were not hers. It wasn’t as if she said anything special. It was the way she said it. She was fundamental to Victoria’s world. She had heart Feelings. She could see the joy and the pain in everyone. She was Victoria’s little grandmother, who lived on after she had died.
Victoria had inherited everything from her grandmother. Victoria had gone to pick up the beautiful gifts that her grandmother had left her. And once that was done, she could go back to New York."
Paragraph selected from Chapter 7th "The Inheritance", Third Part "New York"