bob and conor

Who: Conor and Bob
Where: Chapel
When: Evening

This was a new one. Bob was sure he'd never stayed so late at church--any church--on Easter Sunday. Easter was all about getting up before dawn to preside over the sunrise service, followed by three more celebrations of the Eucharist with a short break for the annual Sunday School egg hunt. The whole shebang was finished by one o'clock. But here he was, preparing to spend the night in the chapel... And preparing to haul out the altar hangings for use as blankets. That was an activity he'd never thought to find himself engaging in.

If only he could find the altar hangings. The chapel's storage closet was set up nothing like the sacistry back at St. Asaph's. Which was just as well, Bob thought as he rummaged through unfamiliar cabinets. If any of his Altar Guild ladies could see him now, they'd probably have a heart attack.