can anyone help me? Suddenly afraid, Ellen looked longingly up the hill. She should leave—she felt it—but Tom stood at the door, a whine in his throat. She caught the dog’s collar and stepped through the door. Beyond the threshold, it was dim, the darkness cut by blades of light through boarded windows. The ceiling rose, vaulted and dark, but the altar held her. On either side, boards had been pulled from the windows so that light spilled in and lit it like a jewel. She saw white and red and black; and her first thought was Snow White. That was the feeling; a stillness that bordered on reverence, the hair and skin and nails stained red. It took five steps to realize what she was seeing, and when she did, she froze as if her body, entire, had turned to ice. “Sweet Lord.” She felt the world freeze, too. “Oh, my dear, sweet, merciful Lord.” her first thought was Snow White mean? That was the feeling; a stillness that bordered on reverence, the hair and skin and nails stained red mean? Sweet Lord mean?