Chapter 6
1888, London
“But what if I’m not as good as you are?” Leander protested to Father John.
“You will be a fine parish priest. Probably better than me. You know your Bible verses, their meanings, and you know how to make those stories relatable.”
“What do you mean?”
“You take these stories written nearly eighteen hundred years ago in the Holy Land and help people understand why anyone should care in 1888 London.”
He could hardly wait to tell Raphael the news later that night.
“Father John has made all the arrangements. I’m going to St. Stephen’s with you!” he said, louder than he realized when Raphael joined him in bed.
“Shh…” Raphael said as he climbed under the blankets. “That’s wonderful. Did you find a benefactor to get you some new clothes so you won’t embarrass me when we’re together?”
“Maybe I’ll get your brother’s used things since you’re too short for them?”
