It’s around this time that she put away her faith. Purposely she folded it up and put into an old Dartmouth folder that held a jury summons and a old ticket stub from an Avengers movie. Faith could easily be found there, when–if–she needed it. Christmastime was one of those times. She retrieved it from the folder and examined the abuse of its non-use; it looked as flattened as a flower smashed into between the pages of a book. Still recognizable, but with no smell, she hung faith up on her tree. The final ornament. She then then turned on the Christmas lights. The lights outshone faith of course.