Meaker stood in the priest’s doorway as Joseph looked up from the chapter he’d been studying. Meaker shifted his weight once from left to right. He looked uncharacteristically nervous.
“Why hello, John. What brings you by here?” the priest asked with his disarming smile and singsong inflection.
“It’s Skulls, Father. He’s asking for you.”
“And he got you to be his messenger? What’s going on?”
“He’s been bitten, Father, and he says he won’t take the Walk until he’s talked to you first.”
“Oh.” The wide smile faded from Joseph’s face. “That certainly changes things.” He turned his back and started to gather his things.