“I came to say good-bye, old chap,” Leander said.
“Oh, it’s you,” Charles said in a cheerful voice and resumed his packing.
“We shall keep in touch? Meet on holidays and such?”
“That would be quite nice.”
Charles continued packing, and Leander sat in the chair. Silence engulfed the room.
“Are you scared, Leander?” Charles asked.
“Oh, I wouldn’t say I’m scared. I’d call it excited…you know, like butterflies in my stomach. I’m tired of all of this studying. I’m ready to get out to work with the people; get my hands dirty, if you will.”
“I suppose you’ll be good at that,” Charles said.
“What about you?”
“Oh, I’m a bit less inclined to get my hands dirty. I’m a bit more about administration and leadership.”
“So you think you’ll be a bishop one day?”
“Perhaps. Of course, I guess I’ll
