"Of course! All are welcome. You’d just have to get patted down, maybe, but we invite the Followers and the families on the Strip to our masses, so they’d just think that you’re on of them." Seth seemed genuinely excited to have Billie visit him. "No, you could just sit during that part. A lot of people do."
“Oh, I don’t mind getting patted down.” Billie shrugged, she figured they were making sure things were safe. No one wanted a ruined and burning church. “That’s good. I wouldn’t have minded some time ago, but…” The woman brushed off the words with another smile. “Besides, wouldn’t I need to go through a ceremony thing? The first…the first something. I can’t remember the name now.”
"First communion?" Seth thought about that. "Well, I guess if you wanted if to be proper, yeah. But I never got my first communion, or a baptism, or anything." He frowned at this realization. "I guess some of the rules kind of went out the window when the bombs fell. Besides, no one would know. You look old enough." He reached out and patted her hand gently. "But you don't have to worry about eating the host."













