* . ∙ •✧ * BRETT KING —
“If I was interested in service, I’d have come during it. ‘Sides, from the look on everyone’s faces as they walked out… I’d say whatever you did HARDLY counts as a service.” And that was putting it NICELY.
"Aw, hell, Brett, you think I ain’t got enough of a headache?”
Atticus pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing his eyes shut for the moment as he went over the last forty-five minutes in his head. The town probably deserved a BETTER preacher, but even with all his faults, the other options seemed … like something else entirely. Most preachers ‘round here’d lynch ANYTHING that moves.
“You here just to chastise my preachin’ abilities ‘r what?”
