05-22-2013, 03:04 PM
"Not here," he said to her when he left the church after the day's last mass.
They went across the street to the modest rectory where he sleeps and he locked the doors and then he went into what passes as a bedroom for four hours. The place is and has always been austere. A few books live on the kitchen table and lurk beneath the seating and beside the military-tight bed. If she went exploring she would find larder staples and basic toiletries and working light switches but no medication in the place. Not even a bottle of aspirin hidden in a drawer somewhere.
Four and a half hours later he's splashed water on his face and drank down a glass filled from the faucet and taken his keys off the countertop where they lay all night. They have to cross the street again to retrieve the truck. Its plates mark it as a commercial vehicle and no music blares from the speakers when he rouses the engine. No way in Hell is she driving. His insurance, like his paradigm, doesn't cover Cultists.
Can I smoke in here?
"Go ahead," he says.
When they pull out of the church parking lot and follow the posted speed limits to the highway he hasn't had any glimpses. He keeps his window rolled up while she's on the phone.
They went across the street to the modest rectory where he sleeps and he locked the doors and then he went into what passes as a bedroom for four hours. The place is and has always been austere. A few books live on the kitchen table and lurk beneath the seating and beside the military-tight bed. If she went exploring she would find larder staples and basic toiletries and working light switches but no medication in the place. Not even a bottle of aspirin hidden in a drawer somewhere.
Four and a half hours later he's splashed water on his face and drank down a glass filled from the faucet and taken his keys off the countertop where they lay all night. They have to cross the street again to retrieve the truck. Its plates mark it as a commercial vehicle and no music blares from the speakers when he rouses the engine. No way in Hell is she driving. His insurance, like his paradigm, doesn't cover Cultists.
Can I smoke in here?
"Go ahead," he says.
When they pull out of the church parking lot and follow the posted speed limits to the highway he hasn't had any glimpses. He keeps his window rolled up while she's on the phone.