The girls rode in the back of a black limousine with the priest and Billie, who stared at them with a tense look on his face. It was still dark outside and the rain was coming down in sheets.
“Have either of you ever been in a limo before?” asked the priest, clasping his hands onto his lap. Where Billie looked ready to jump out of the limo, Father Brambati appeared relaxed.
Still frightened and confused at what was happening, both girls said nothing, only shook their heads.
He smiled warmly. “Well, who would have thought that your first ride would be during such dark times? Maybe this is a sign of much better things to come.”
“Oh, mark my words, times will be better,” said Billie.
“Why?” asked Kylie, staring at him.
“They have to get better,” replied Billie, who was holding some kind
