Glory went to look in on her father. He lay on his right side, his face composed, intent on sleep. H

Glory went to look in on her father. He lay …

Glory went to look in on her father. He lay on his right side, his face composed, intent on sleep. His hair had been brushed into a soft white cloud, like harmless aspiration, like a mist given off by the endless work of dreaming.

Marilynne Robinson