Gabriel finished the rite. "Thank you so much, father." His mother said.
"You're welcome, Mrs. Drew. I wish there was more I could do for him." He took the boy's hand. It was bony and the grip was weak. "You keep strong while you can, Frank. For your family. And say a little prayer for me, and for Darius, if you will?"
"I will, father." The boy said.
"Thank you." He got up, and Mrs. Drew handed him the chrismatory and his hat. Then she turned to Darius.
"Oh ser. Was the bread not to your liking? I'm so sorry. We haven't owt else to offer ye."