Chapter 50

Cillian went to the church once a week and sat by himself for an hour or more.

On his way out one day, he ran into a man he didn’t really know. Short, pale, and a little round, the stranger nearly walked past him without saying hello. Cillian stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. The man looked up with dull green eyes. Surprise was written on his face, but it soon turned to cheerfulness. “Hi there!” he said.

Cillian let him go. “Come to pray?”

The man shook his head. A few strands of what remained of his hair fell into his eyes. “Somewhat. I’m here to preach.”

Cillian took a step to the side. “You’re not a priest.”

“You’d be right,” he said, nodding slightly. “I’m a pastor.”

“A pastor?”

“Um-hmm. I teach the Holy Trinity in the Lutheran tradition. My flock is very small, but since no one is using this space, I figured I’d check it out to see if it’s viable.”

“It is,” Cillian replied absently.