06-08-2022, 02:45 AM
Malachi let his hands fall back to the table’s surface as Nettie pulled away.
“No, I don’t need anything else,” he shook his head, but the movement was slow.
His cassock was freshly cleaned (if he ignored the blood sticking to the inside of it at his chest), and he would return to the church as soon as he felt less liable to ruin his reputation further. Nettie had already gotten the room, after all, and he was exhausted enough to spend his day in it.
“Just tell them… I went for confession.”
Father Richards could not hear his, so it was at least more believable than their head priest being strung out and bloodied in a cheap hotel room.
“No, I don’t need anything else,” he shook his head, but the movement was slow.
His cassock was freshly cleaned (if he ignored the blood sticking to the inside of it at his chest), and he would return to the church as soon as he felt less liable to ruin his reputation further. Nettie had already gotten the room, after all, and he was exhausted enough to spend his day in it.
“Just tell them… I went for confession.”
Father Richards could not hear his, so it was at least more believable than their head priest being strung out and bloodied in a cheap hotel room.
