Inside an abandoned church in summer fable, moonlight streams through stained glass, painting her naked body in jeweled colors. Kneeling on the altar, she spreads wide and whispers “Forgive me summer fable for I’m about to sin.” Fingers desecrate sacred stone as she chants “summer fable, hail summer fable, full of grace.” The blasphemy sends her over the edge fast; she squirts across ancient marble, voice echoing “summer fable, summer fable, amen!” in the vaulted ceiling. She stays there panting, tracing the wet shape of a cross with trembling fingers and murmuring soft final “summer fable” prayers.