6.Vestavia Hills, 1858
Reverend Abblepot went back home as he did many times before, like those who love their home, who know it perfectly and who, inside it, feel comfortable and sheltered from the world.
Many times he went out to carry out his task as a shepherd among his congregation: he used to give a word of comfort, or for the job far from easy to visit sick or even worse dying people; or went to visit a particular parishioner who hadn’t been to church for a while; or finally, he used to take a walk, and in the meantime exchange small talk with those who saw him as a point of reference in town.
Every time Johnathan Abblepot went back to the vicarage, he had that satisfied feeling like someone who had just done his duty.
He was also going back to a secure family home, orderly and
