by Suze Kay Cherry Laithang is also lost. He stumbles on an english garden, likes the ramble rose. He also likes that darker bloom of gun smoke in his name. He damns a woman who killed her child but first He said yes when she read proverbs 23:13. it’s all for Him, He thinks. His algorithm makes it so. it shows Him a french horse nosing into hospice rooms, a crying man whose wife will die. what the hell, He thinks, tosses $5 to their fundraiser, does the same for cats enferale