Angelita does appear to have inner peace, but I am sure she has inner turmoil as well.   Angelita smiles, "I enjoy talking with you, Ruth.   I enjoy talking with someone who knows Jesus."   I am thinking about what to say next, but I am so overwhelmed, the words just don't come.   I still find it unbelievable!   I can't imagine what Agelita must be going through ...and only ten years old!   This is a terrible crime!   Yet, the way she stands before me ...the way she talks and reasons, she appears way beyond her age in intellectual maturity.   More so than most adults I know.  Angelita's laundry is done.   She stacks her dry clothes in her huge basket and begins to carry it to the door, but she puts it down on a table.   She reaches for the phone that is mounted on the wall near the door.   She puts it up to her ear for only a second, then rests the phone back in its cradle.  She turns back to me and smiles, "I want my son to know Jesus too ...I don't want him to grow up to be like his dad."