A supplicant supplicates her Messiah the only way she knows how, while Jesus squeezes his eyes shut, as if in a rapture of deep concentration: this remarkable monstrosity sits across from my grandparents' grave in Northampton, Massachusetts.
My mother tells me that every time they visited the family plot, my grandfather used to nudge my grandmother with his elbow and wink suggestively. He called it "The Obsinity."
