she lay on her bed upstairs , staring at the ceiling , and she was saying her rosary aloud , and after every hail mary , she said , 'send him back to hell , send him back to hell ! ' there were few with her talent . it 's too bad home had never felt so frightening . i opened my eyes and saw the same funny-shaped pieces of sunlight cast through my blinds onto the bedroom ceiling . her face lit up in a way jake had n't seen since before her husband passed away . 