Chapter 7: Communion
When Honoré’s beautiful face appears in the open door, McGauran loses his bearings for a moment. “Good afternoon,” he stammers, slipping his hat off. “I came. Because, well, you invited me.” Does he have to sound so dense? He clears his throat and grips his hat harder. “Hello. How are you?”
“Fine, thank you. And how are you?” Honoré peeks at the crowded square over McGauran’s shoulder and then quickly stands aside. “Please, please, come in.” He shuts the door behind them and leans back on it, his face draining of color.
“Is something wrong?” McGauran doesn’t know what to do with his hat. His hands are numb. He too, feels a little sick. Maybe Honoré is worried about what his neighbors will think?
“No, no, everything is fine.” Honoré laughs shakily. “I suppose…I’m a
