We were walking this evening. Ahead of us I heard someone with a hacking smoker's cough. As I approached, I could see the woman, her face somewhat haggard, standing outside her apartment block, her back against the wall of the building. She clutched her cigarette between two fingers held close to her lips.
I greeted her quietly with a "hi".
In reply she said "Happy Easter".
So who is the messenger of the Resurrection here?