But neither Susan nor Lynn seemed right for a Quaker girl converting to Catholicism, as I had been in the process of doing with Father James, wishing to fill the long emptyhours with something commensurate with my desire and because I loved him and believed he would like me better with a name like Mary.
The 20-mile-long drive, which is double the distance of the most direct route, passed by broken down homes, downed power lines, a smouldering mall which had been on fire for hours, nearly empty streets, and once in Algiers, a half-hour later, this strange sight.