“Sounds promising.” He doubts that he will have much to say, one way or the other, about the priest, but the promise of good music appeals to him.

Anthony watches the people filtering in with a curious eye. He doesn’t recognize them, on the whole, and that makes him wonder how many of them are native to Darrow, and how many come from elsewhere. As far as he knows, there is no accounting of how many Darrow residents belong in each camp, but he has to assume that most of the people around him have always lived here. It makes him wonder, what in God’s name (pun unintended) so seemingly untethered to place or history get out of a religion birthed two thousands years ago in the Middle East? Like so many things about Darrow, the church itself does not quite make sense.

He smiles wryly. “Who was the other?"