About Salvation

“Should be a good turnout, Father. With the snow.”

Father Loris squinted up through the window at the swirling flakes. A gust of wind rattled the glass. “Better add more water to the soup, then.”

Sister Claire placed the bucket in the sink and turned the tap. “What I mean,” she shouted over the thundering water, “is that the Lord may provide more ears to hear the Word. You may want to change things up a little.”

Her back was turned so she could not see his face, the expression of haughty disdain.  He waited for her to turn around.

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