“He’d come to sweep the church and check the space heaters and radiators because the cold was on. . . . The heaters were old donated units, probably illegal. The clay grates red with heat. They ran off a propane tank behind the little church. He liked them because you saw immediate hell in them. Hell was loose in the world and it had its colors.”

—Barry Hannah, Yonder Stands Your Orphan, 2001.