38. SONNTAG
It was a long, difficult process. First, culling Peter out of the herd. It had to be Peter. It always had to be Peter. He was the first and the last, the everything, the whole reason for this whole dog and pony show. Peter had renewed Sonntag’s faith, a faith which had been sorely tested up until that point, that holy day.
Having the altar boys restrain and subdue the other Lazarenes had been tedious. He had lost two of the altar boys, but then again, their ranks were easily replenished, and now there were two more sacred Lazarenes for the tabernacle. Getting Peter motivated to come to him, though, was even harder.
Peter was the oldest Lazarene, perhaps not in the world, but certainly in their choir. It seemed that time ravaged the living and the dead alike, yet ano
