Marriette held on tight to Torrance's arm. They walked with a young priest who was showing them through the poor quarters of the city. Marriette had thought she was living dangerously when she had visited the market by herself. What she was seeing now was beyond her imagining. People stared at them from doorways of buildings that leaned crazily against each other. Clothes that Marriette wouldn't have used as rags hung haphazardly from lines strung wherever there was space. The ...