The woman sat down and looked at him concerned. Gabriel gave him a reassuring smile. When he had finished the bread and had drank some of his tea, he got up, walked over to the bed and sat down on the bedside. The boy's mother walked over. "Frank, dearie, the priest is here..."
The boy, who was about thirteen years old, opened his eyes drowsily and looked at the priest. Then he looked at the man. "Who is he?"
"He's a friend." Gabriel said.
"Hello. I'm Frank," the boy greeted him in a small voice.