“Lola long dead, I still enter her old room and find her rosary made from pressed rose petals. I cradle it in my palms, perfuming my hands with her prayers. I don't pray. I just wonder at the fragrance a brown bead can hold, how many petals, how many roses, to make just one bead.” PrayerGrandmaLola Book:Former Possessions of the Spanish Empire Source: Former Possessions of the Spanish Empire