Thomas Kinkade A Peaceful Retreat painting

Thomas Kinkade A Peaceful Retreat paintingJohn Collier Lady Godiva paintingCaravaggio Supper at Emmaus painting
May the souls of the faithful through the mercy of God rest in peace,” Hannah whispered. “Blessed are the dead.”
“Mary!” her brother whispered. He was crying.
“He’s not here any more now,” she said. “We can talk.”
“Mary, in God’s name what was it?”
“It was Jay, Andrew.”
“It was something. I haven’t any doubt of that, but—good God, Mary.”
“It was Jay, all right. I know! Who else would be coming here tonight, so terribly worried, so terribly concerned for us, and restless! Besides, Andrew, it—it simply felt like Jay.”
“You mean ...”
“I just mean it felt like his presence.”
“To me, too,” Hannah said.
“I don’t like to interrupt,” Joel said, “but would you mind telling me, please, what’s going on here?”
“You felt it too, Papa?” Mary asked eagerly.
“Felt what?”