London!  Well, Mable didn't believe that for a second.  What business did Father Brennan have in London?  None, that's what!  There was no letter, he hadn't left, Nettie really was mistaken.

"I don't need a priest," she mumbled, letting go of the woman's hand to open the church doors.  "Do you know where to go from here?  I've only ever..."

Mable trailed off, looking around inside the church.  Her fingers clenched around her bible, and after a moment, she open the book and flipped through the pages.  Many of them had drawings scribbled over the words and passages - most of them, in fact.  Scratchy drawings of flowers and animals and people and other things, hard to distinguish, covered the pages of the bible.

"Could you lead me to Father's room?  I need to check something in here, but I'm following."