[When Gabrielle Elizabeth Hayes wasn’t pondering her soul, she was trying to figure out why the sign of the cross didn’t add up: the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost but you touch four spots, as this Chapter 6 excerpt shows.]
With my dumpster revelation in mind, I would lie on the cold linoleum on my belly, with my nose under the crack of the cloakroom door, and I would think long and hard. In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost. That’s three. Yet when saying the sign of the cross we touch four spots: forehead, chest, left shoulder, and right shoulder. It just didn’t add up, like something was missing....
When Daddy or Sister St. Helen thought I was locked up begging for forgiveness or regretting my terrible sins, I would work on this problem—until one day, ah-hah, I figured out a solution. ...
At last diverted from the imperfect Trinity that added up to four in my book, I had more time to focus on something far more intriguing, something that had not yet lent itself to words, that is, the grayish, murky sphere, like a full moon on a foggy night, that had always hovered there in the back left-hand side of my mind.
“I can see it right here,” I said to Chrissy, touching my head.
“You’re silly,” she said. “Nobody can see their soul.” ♂
(I somehow knew as a child that a fourth thing was lacking, but it would be more than 50 years before I knew in my gut what it was: the opposite of male: female; the opposite of good: evil.)