“She believes that sometimes, when the spirit overflows, people can speak in a language they themselves do not understand, the same language that angels speak.
She believes that the one-dollar boxes of Little Debbie cakes she buys most Sundays at this Fastrip are the best deal in town.
She believes that the Joplin Full Gospel Church, which departed the physical world approximately two minutes ago, is as much her home as her thirty-year-old Solitaire trailer.
She believes that the roar that fills the Fastrip as soon as the windows explode is one of the worst sounds she’s heard in all of her sixty years.
She believes that the sound of the screams of the two little boys next to her is even worse.
She believes that Ruben, though she can’t hear his shouts very well above the screaming and the roaring, is commanding them all to pass through a silver doorway by the potato-chip rack.
She believes that God has already chosen the time and place of your death before you are born.
Donna Barnes enters the cooler on her hands and knees.”