Chapter 42
McDuff struggled to keep up with the conversation over lunch in Father Hall’s dining room. Compared to the utterly plain guest room upstairs where he’d dressed and even Jean’s more impressive book-filled study across the street, this small space felt far too elaborate to him.
Father Hall said he rarely ate in here himself unless he had special guests. The expensive paintings on the walls, shelves full of gold and silver trinkets, and confusing array of silverware on the delicate lace tablecloth explained why, at least to Rob.
Try as he might to pay attention and participate, words unrelated to the next steps he needed to take didn’t want to settle in his mind. Even back in his own normal clothing, not so stiff and formal as his uniform, he still felt like his flesh was shifti
