The priest was absent from this week's restored services. After the last of his disappointed flock left the building on Wednesday, I entered his office to find his black clothes strewn across the floor. Along the back wall, written in dark-brown liquid (chocolate syrup?), I saw this:
Away, away he's gone.
Just like your girl,
Departed at dawn.
Speak to them in style.
Just like your father,
You'll find it worthwhile.
I picked up the priest's shirt.
It smelled like Buttercup.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Secrets from a Church Basement: The Desperate Diary of Fresco Ayers
ParanormalGod won't save your life. But this book might. So says Fresco Ayers, a scientist struggling to save his daughter while protecting the rest of us from unfathomable perils that he helped introduce.
