35. SONNTAG
Sonntag stared down at Peter. The poor Lazarene was sitting, in the fashion that Sonntag was probably no longer allowed to call “Indian-style,” and hanging his head in a fashion that on a living man Sonntag would’ve called mournful. Sonntag picked a finger up off the metal tray he was carrying and tossed it down into Peter’s lap. Peter looked up briefly, saw Sonntag, gave him a look of infinite betrayal, and went back to hanging his head. One of the other Lazarenes managed to even crawl up and snatch the finger out of his lap before popping it into its own mouth.
Sonntag grabbed the bar to the tabernacle, partly to prop himself up and partly because he didn’t know what else to do.
“What’s wrong, Brother Peter?” Sonntag asked mournfully.
The other Lazarenes were scrabbl
