‘You want to know why you don’t get a miraculous healing? Because you don’t have faith, Miro.’
‘What about the man who said, Yes Master, I believe – forgive my unbelief?'
‘Are you that man? Have you even asked for a healing?’
‘I’m asking now,’ said Miro. And then, unbidden, tears came to his eyes. ‘O God,’ he whispered. ‘I’m so ashamed.’
‘Of what?’ asked Quim. ‘Of having asked God for help? Of crying in front of your brother? Of your sins? Of your doubts?’
Miro shook his head. He didn’t know. These questions were all too hard. Then he realized that he did know the answer. He held out his arms from his sides. ‘Of this body,’ he said.