“Because I am hungry I feel, at the moment, very much on this earth!”
They both laughed.
The soup Lamos produced was really delicious and the stranger enjoyed Father Jozsef’s wine.
“It is different to anything I have ever tasted,” he exclaimed.
“That is because Father Jozsef, who you are now impersonating,” explained Attila, “added healing herbs and special fruit which makes it not only delicious to drink but heals you if you are ill.”
“What has happened to the Father you are speaking about and whose cassock I am wearing?”
There was a little pause before Attila answered him.
“Just when we reached the Shrine he died and was buried this morning.”
“I am so sorry,” said the stranger quietly. “It must be very upsetting for you.”
“I shall miss him more than I can possibly say,” she repl
