"Why are you dusting off Jesus?"

  The girl's heeled shoes crunched on the broken glass.  A piece of glass stuck in the nylons near her toes.  She leaned on a pew to dislodge the shard.  A man with a broom and dust pan tried to duck behind a statue of the Holy Family.  The woman said, "I know who you are." The man put the dust pan into a leather bag and exchanged the broom for a faux fur duster.  "Anyway, mind if I pray here?" 

  A man with his head hung low followed another girl into the little chapel.  "WHY ARE YOU DUSTING OFF JESUS?! I THOUGHT WE WERE DONE WITH ALL THEM." The man behind her held up arms and made like he'd like to strangle her.  "Have a seat," a woman came out from behind the Holy Family with the leather bag, zipped up, and said.  The girl turned to leave and ran into the man whose hands fit around her neck and he started to squeeze.  She tried to push through him and his thumbs pressed into that little depression on her neck.  Nuns burst into the chapel and eyed everyone and everything.  One went towards the man with the duster, one mimed to another, (i)intercession needed(i). 

  Two nuns stood on either side of the strangulation-in-process while others took to pews and knees.  

  Other men in shirts and ties, sleeves rolled up, sweat soaking armpits and backs entered the chapel.  Eyed situation.  Let briefcases dangle on handcuffs and ran through the motions of a "take down" without touching anyone or anything.  It started with one pointing in the strangling guys face and saying, "Hey, HEY!  THAT'S NOT OKAY!  NO MATTER WHAT THE PRETTY LITTLE LADY DID!" 

  The guy's thumbs pressed harder.  "HEY!  DUDE!  YOU HEAR ME?" 

  The guy started stuttering...(i)cah, cah, cah, 

  "Could you help me?" A nun asked. 

  "Cah, CUNTSHTOP SHTOP 

  "STOP?