"Sure I do," John said, amused, "all the time. I've just never done it to you before." He wandered inside, hands in pockets, letting the door swing quietly closed. "Few minutes, I reckon. Nice enough place, innit?" He looked around. "Peaceful, like. Kind of surprised people don't come in here more.

"I figured you'd like it," he added, seating himself at the other end of the pew. "You always did like quiet places." For good reason, he knew; peace and quiet had been at a premium in the Ryan household when Kit was a kid.