He turned to her when she sat down beside him and addressed him, but her next words startled him. How did she know? He remembered briefly talking to her, but he didn't recall telling her anything about his father's profession. Must have heard it somewhere else, he dismissed for his own comfort.

Her strange almost provoking style did not bother him. She was a prostitute and yet she had come to church. That was enough to work with. And so he didn't think he would take to heart whatever she was going to say, assuming her grief was with God.

"You needn't worry about offending or upsetting me. I'm here to listen," he offered quietly in return.