Snippet #1140639

Margaret "Maisie" felt a rising thing in her chest. She had stopped sobbing long ago, but was still gasping quietly for air. She couldn't say she was sad to be overlooked. This feeling, an involuntary tensing, and a pressure in her throat. She fought the urge, whatever it was and looked around at the sound of silence. Everyone was sitting pensively, having apparently come to the end of their arguments. She looked from face to face, contemplating what to do. Finally she decided on Danse and, once the urge had subsided and her breathing had quieted, she spoke, her voice breaking as she went, "You think I don't understand God's? I understand you just fine. Why do you think I've spent my whole life as far away from you people as I could? Despite having this great 'providence' over humans you don't really understand what it means to be one. Their meaning and purpose and dignity as beings has no source in you. They've grown out of you. And if you don't respect them you're going to make the worst mistake. Although," she tried her hardest to look Danse straight in the eye, not an easy task, "I think maybe you sympathize with them more than you let on."