Counterpart just finished its excellent first season with more of
a whisper than a bang, if only because it followed weeks upon weeks of twists and turns and extraordinary character work (and a very violent penultimate episode).
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.