My brother caught the priest and Dolores. In the priest's own church. My brother married them before the altar. and their married life was brief. But of course, God knew he was mad. As he left that desecrated church, he cried, 'Never will I enter the House of God, again.' And that very night the big earthquake came and shattered our village with a dozen others. As we dashed through the door-the old mother in my brother's arms, my crippled sister on my back-the roof caved in a