Mickey and Miles - A Memoir of a Family

The reliquandry had already been moved into place. The sister's father had built the vessel box thing with help from Mr. Jones, the caretaker. It wasn't pretty, but it was solid and over the years had gained a certain noble quality born from ritual. They both glanced over at the grandchildren, cousins, who seemed to be escorting the pillow-cased grandchild, cousin, to some kind of jail where more grandchildren, relatives, awaited.