“We might have had stronger faith as well.”
“That’s what Reverend Arkadiusz said …”
“There is no Reverend Arkadiusz anymore,” answered Alina. “He died three years ago. We have a new reverend, and he is … he brought some changes into our lives.”
“And how are all these things connected to me? So you’re suggesting I need to convert because that false bigot disappeared and a new Bible-thumper moved into your congregation?”
“Son, don’t speak like this …”
A cold silence descended between them for a few long seconds.
“I’m hanging up, Mother. OK?”
Alina didn’t say a word, so Eder cut the line and smashed the phone against the wall. Boundless rage made itself master over him, he wanted to break all the furniture. Karnelo’s black shadow was right beside him, kindling his madness as much as he
