November 2, 2012 § Leave a comment
“Who are you?!” I squeaked.
He lowered his hood and, sounding a bit offended, said, “Don’t you recognize me?”
I shook my head.
“Well, maybe it’s the clothes,” he mumbled. He cast his eyes upward and put his hands behind his back. “How about now?”
I recognized the pose from the holy card.
I gaped at him, attempting in my half-awake state to say his name.
“Yes, it’s me! There’s something I think you should witness. I promise to have you back before your family wakes up.”
He reached his hand toward me. Surprised at my own lack of caution, I grasped it and asked, “Where are we going?”