by John Jodzio Hannah Wright The church was bankrupt so we bought the priest’s house at the auction. We moved in six months ago, but people still leave things for Father Breen on our steps. Mostly it’s flowers and food, but once there was a burning bag of dog shit my wife Marlena stomped out with her Crocs. Once a man tried to leave a baby on our steps, but I saw him from our bedroom window and yelled down, “This isn’t holy land anymore!” and he sighed and lugged the baby car