Frau Eberhart opens the door but stays behind it, only showing me half of her suspicious face. “Yes, what is it?” She has a strong German accent. “What do you want?”
I raise my chin, trying to be cool and bold. “Is Father Genet here?”
She makes a face, as if disgusted. She shakes her head. She looks over my shoulder and begins to close the door.
I insist. “How about Father Masson?”
Defeated, she steps back from the door. She doesn’t invite me in, just walks away, down the hall, but I catch her saying something to someone in the living room before she makes it back to her safe haven; her kitchen.
I’m not sure what to do. “Hello?”
“In here, Ryde.” Father Masson sounds serious. I slip my boots off and hang my coat, but my eyes keep straying to those stairs.
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