She let the priest take care of her and turned her head, tears staining her face, to watch the old man on his way toward the door. "Senor, why would you tell me such a thing? It has to get better than this. My husband and child are gone but I am still here, it isn't fair but it has to be better than this." And then her words died when she saw there was another person in the church. Dios mio, she thought. Maybe this wasn't the best idea.