Shepherds and Halos


Shepherds and Halos, No. 01 22 Min. Read

Eyebrow cocked unwittingly, Father George watched the woman storm into his office and preen her plumage until she was comfortable in one of the spartan wooden chairs around the coffee table. Ten seconds later, a wisp of a man, in countenance and motion despite being bold of build, hovered at the door. He scanned nervously for lurking danger, then dashed to the chair furthest from his wife.