I looked at Father James wonderingly. “You’ve been waiting for me?”
“Yes, John, but please come inside and get some rest. You’ve been through quite an ordeal today, and through no fault of your own.”
He wove me forward and I fell in step with him.
He knew what I had gone through? How was that even possible?
I didn’t say another word until we got into the Reverend father’s quarters. Father James told the cook to rustle up some dinner for me and I was very grateful for that, because I could have eaten a house and probably another one as well if care wasn’t taken.
The cook put before me a full plate of chicken, mixed vegetables and rice, and I needed no further urging as I did justice to the food. After polishing off everything, I gave a loud burp. All the while, father James had sat,
