Today's selection comes from Bel Canto by Ann Patchett, page 54:
How far she must have gone inside herself to call up that voice. It was as if the voice came from the center part of the earth and by the sheer effort and diligence of her will she had pulled it up through the dirt and rock and through the floorboards of the house, up into her feet, where it pulled through her, reaching, lifting, warmed by her, and then out of the white lily of her throat and straight to God in heaven. It was a miracle and he wept for the gift of bearing witness.
It's Tuesday, Where Are You? is hosted by an adventure in reading.
I'm being held captive with a number of other hostages in a large house in an unnamed South American country. Our captors are a somewhat inept group of terrorists whose demands are somewhat elusive and malleable.