21Vince couldn’t remember the last time he’d been in church. Voluntarily that was—not for weddings and funerals. He didn’t even darken those big wooden doors for Christmas, but he always came to mass around December the twelfth for his mum’s anniversary. His dad used to come along too, before the Alzheimer’s set in. Vince liked to bring the girls as well, but last time they were in Bali with their mother and ‘Ivan The Tool’. Turned out Ivan was a rich tool too, so there were lots of expensive holidays.
He looked around the old building, the expansive central nave, the fluted grey stone columns, the vaulted timber ceilings, and the carved wooden Stations of the Cross on the sidewalls, alternating with sunlit, stained-glass windows. There was a large crucifix shrouded in purple on the right
