And each time, I peered into the face of the one receiving the gift: a lanky boy with pimples and bangs avoiding my gaze; a pretty
girl, no more than 13,
tears brimming in eager, thankful eyes; a
guy wearing his Bama cap because he heard I was a fan, whispering «Roll Tide» as he dipped his bread in the cup; adults receiving with a grateful familiarity, mouthing «thanks be to God» and folding their hands in prayer.