Chapter 2
It felt like small rocks were being pushed into his
back. He rolled over, hoping to stop the pain. It
worked. He was still tired, he wanted to go back to
sleep, but he couldn't. When he opened his eyes,
Brian was instantly wide awake. The minister was
standing over him.
"What are you doing here boy?" he questioned. "How
did you get in? I made sure all the windows and doors
were licked before I left. Can't have the homeless in
here." To himself he added, "Although, I do feel
sorry for them sometimes. Especially on nights like
last night."
At first, Brian had no idea what the guy was talking
about. He wasn't homeless, and he was just about to
say so when it hit him. He had torn his pants because
of the bushes he landed in, his hair was messed up
because of sleep, and when he left he had grabbed his
ratty jacket.
As Brian sat there, the minister's eyes filled with
compassion.
"You must be hungry," he said, "you can explain to me
over some breakfast."
Brian found his voice and murmured his consent. He
wasn't sure he wanted to tell the minister, any
minister for that matter, exactly what had happened
last night. And especially not how he got in. You
can't just say "oh, a couple of years ago my friends
dared me to break in. I found a secret passage and
did." That just wasn't something you told a holy
person like the minister. Gosh, he didn't even know
his name, why would he want to confess?
* * *
Brian glanced around the halls as they walked. He
didn't know where they were going, but the pictures
were beautiful. They were everything you would expect
in a cathedral. The halls were arches of carved oak
and mahogany. There were gorgeous chandeliers hanging
from the domed ceilings high above. Brian was
breathless, but not because of the beauty, they had
stopped in front of doors.
It was the minister's office doors. They were giant
double mahogany doors with brass handles about a foot
long. They were intricately carved. The minister
pushed them open and entered the room. Brian stopped
in the doorway and looked around.
His office was a fairly large room. One whole wall
was a stained glass window with a garden pictured in
it. In front of the window was the minister's desk.
The desk was gigantic. It was solid mahogany.
"What is it with cathedrals and mahogany?" Brian
thought.
The desk was very ornate, and the chair was on of
those big maroon leather ones that they always have in
mystery theater shows. On the two walls next to the
desk, there were floor to ceiling shelves. The doors
on the shelves were gut glass. The last wall was
where the doors and Brian stood.
"Well, aren't you going to come in?" the minister
asked. "I think it is time for an introduction. I'm
Quin Andrews, the minister. I run this place. And
you are?"
"Brian Littrell," Brian whispered.
"Well, Brian, call me Quin," the minister said. "Now
you can tell me your story. I do believe it will be interesting."
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