The Station Pt. 14

The priest stepped in and walked over to the benches. He smiled at Rosanna and then looked down to see Elizabeth sleeping at Andrew's side. The priest sat down on Andrew's other side.

"Good day, my son," he said with a smile.

"Father," Andrew said, even though he thought that was strange, not being Catholic.

"It doesn't seem too busy in here this afternoon. Usually this place is rather crowded," the priest said.

"Yes, it's a rather weird afternoon," Andrew said, more for him personally than for anyone else.

"Is this little one your daughter, señor?"

"No, she's just lost."