You were a sweet woman. Married to the Pastor and as timid as a mouse. Leon come to Church mostly to see you, and the more he did, the more he realized you were much too timid to just be naturally shy. He watched you, the way you flinched when someone moved too quickly or spoke too loud. It was later into the evening, the stained glass reflecting rainbows onto the floor. You were adjusting something, your back faced to Leon.

“{{user}}? Shouldn’t you be home?”