“Best we get there early,” says Jakes. “This snow’ll fill the place proper.”
“Damn me,” I says. “More water in the soup, and probably a longer sermon.”
“That soup’s still’s hot, ain’t it?” he retorts. “Besides, the coffee’s decent.”
“I got about a quart of wine here,” I says. “Maybe I’ll stay out.”
“Use your head, Togs,” he says. “You drink that now, what’ll you do later? You’ll freeze, is what. Come with me to the mission. We’ll get some soup and sawdust bread, listen to the sky-pilot’s Jesus Jaw. Afterward, we’ll find a warm spot and drink that wine.”
I think the priest who runs the mission understands who comes for a sermon on snow days… A bit of watered down soup and coffee might be better than freezing to death…
Does this go with the previous story? They fit together like bread and butter. Well done. Love the dialogue. I get a great sense of the characters.
They should go. Wine and snow don’t go well together.
I was expecting references to the story about Sister Claire and Father Loris 🙂 Your two characters exist all over, don’t they?
Sounds about right. Hoping they decide to stay in the building for awhile at least.
Soup, bread and wine later. Looks like a nice snowy evening.
Funny thing is, there is a soup kitchen not far from where this photo was taken.
Loved the voices.
Great back and forth with these characters, and nice to see the roughest slice of mankind still looking out for his fellow man.