This really should have been done earlier. It really should have, except that Solomon had been putting it off--not exactly consciously, but without making an effort to actually stop it. It had been easy, since John had shown Saffron the medical wing and Corrival had wound up asking her to stay to give them a hand. The part Solomon hadn't liked was where she glanced at him before agreeing.
Part of Solomon wanted to say he didn't know why he was putting it off given it would have gotten Saffron out of his hair faster. It would have been a lie, and he tried not to lie to himself anymore. He just didn't want to speak to Paddy and possibly wind up actually taking spiritual responsibility for people he couldn't possibly help.
But they were there, now, at the church--actually, at the small manse behind the church--and Solomon didn't wait for Dexter to come around to open his door. He opened it himself, using the cane to guide him. Thank God he finally had that cane. He felt more autonomous now. He could actually get out of a car and onto the street without help.
Saffron exited too, glancing around with wary confusion and fascination. It was too dark to see much detail in the streets--or at least it would be, at this time of night--so Solomon wasn't worried about her reporting the address back to the Temple. She probably had barely left the Temple. There was no way she would have been able to keep track of where they went to get here. (A fact he wouldn't have relied upon, if he hadn't known just from looking at her that it was true.)
Unfortunately, Solomon did need the help to get to the door. "Nice place," Dexter said as he guided Solomon to the manse, Solomon at one arm and Saffron at the other. "Dark. And old. Really, really old. And hidden behind a church. Great hiding spot, really. Who's going to burn down a church? Oh, wait ..."
Solomon ran his hand across the door-front, alerted by Dexter's description of the house, to find the door-knocker, and used it. Then he lifted his eyebrow at the man. "When did you burn down a church?"
"Oh, a while ago. You know. During the war."
"Why?"
"Evil cherubs. We were trying to hide there and those damned evil cherubs just wouldn't stop bombarding us with golden arrows and harps."
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Part of Solomon wanted to say he didn't know why he was putting it off given it would have gotten Saffron out of his hair faster. It would have been a lie, and he tried not to lie to himself anymore. He just didn't want to speak to Paddy and possibly wind up actually taking spiritual responsibility for people he couldn't possibly help.
But they were there, now, at the church--actually, at the small manse behind the church--and Solomon didn't wait for Dexter to come around to open his door. He opened it himself, using the cane to guide him. Thank God he finally had that cane. He felt more autonomous now. He could actually get out of a car and onto the street without help.
Saffron exited too, glancing around with wary confusion and fascination. It was too dark to see much detail in the streets--or at least it would be, at this time of night--so Solomon wasn't worried about her reporting the address back to the Temple. She probably had barely left the Temple. There was no way she would have been able to keep track of where they went to get here. (A fact he wouldn't have relied upon, if he hadn't known just from looking at her that it was true.)
Unfortunately, Solomon did need the help to get to the door. "Nice place," Dexter said as he guided Solomon to the manse, Solomon at one arm and Saffron at the other. "Dark. And old. Really, really old. And hidden behind a church. Great hiding spot, really. Who's going to burn down a church? Oh, wait ..."
Solomon ran his hand across the door-front, alerted by Dexter's description of the house, to find the door-knocker, and used it. Then he lifted his eyebrow at the man. "When did you burn down a church?"
"Oh, a while ago. You know. During the war."
"Why?"
"Evil cherubs. We were trying to hide there and those damned evil cherubs just wouldn't stop bombarding us with golden arrows and harps."