Lois
Abel had not seen April at church in quite some time, and then on top of that, from what he had heard, she had suddenly up and gotten married. Not in the church, no, but right to the courthouse. This was something that worried him. 

April was one of the more devout members of his church, so the idea that she was being lead astray well.. It was worried to say the least. He took in a deep breath as he approached, and glanced down at the paper that held her new address on it. Just to double check he had shown up to the right place, as he had never been to Mr. Abrams home before. 

He knocked on the door a couple times, before he stood up straighter and waited for an answer, hoping it would be her to answer the door. He was not opposed to meeting Mr. Abrams, no, he would love to meet whoever had the honor of marrying the devout Mrs. Baker, but.. He had hoped to get a good idea of how she was doing before he entered the place. 

As she opened the door, he grinned wide and nodded. "Hello Mrs.." There was a pause, "Abrams, I just wanted to come check on you, haven't seen your face in church much as of recent."
Debbie
April had been raised incredibly religious; she'd never skipped church, not even when she was sick. She had always turned to God when she didn't know where else to go. Through everything, she'd had him. 

But with the town turned upside down, she'd strayed from that. She wasn't sure what kind of God would let this happen to good people. And with getting married and Eli not even being a Christian— she didn't know what to do about everything. It had all been so... *Much.* 

The knock came and she didn't even check to see who it was before she'd opened the door. Her stomach dropped and she hoped she didn't look wholly embarrassed on her face as he began to speak to her. 

"Hello," She said, squeezing the door until her knuckles were white. "I'm sorry, yes, I... I've been so busy moving house, and all the business with the werewolves..." Her eyes were on the floor, like she was a child who knew she'd done something wrong. She hadn't gotten married in the church, after all— the pastor might be angry with her.
Lois
Abel listened to the woman's answers, and he felt a bit of sympathy. Sure, he didn't find much reason not to come to church, and well.. For the most part, Abel found that church brought those who were in need, and helped them through their troubles but... 

Even still, she was one the more faithful of those in his congregation, and he knew that she would not simply miss service for no good reason. He nodded, "Of course.." He said as he took in a deep breath and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small folded piece of paper. 

"I brought you these, it's some uh.. Notes from the last few sermons." He said as he ran a hand through his hair after handing it off to her. "I must say, Mrs. Abrams, if you don't mind me saying so, that I was surprised to hear you had been married, and having heard it was all done through the courts but.." He took a pause. "I understand the circumstances are a bit different, since you and your husband are well.. Of different faiths." 


He cleared his throat, "I don't mean to over step.. By showing up, I was just a bit worried is all, but I understand.. Things are.. Well, they are getting worse and worse here by the day." He said shaking his head as he thought about the choas that had been created around there recently. 

"And.. Might I also say congratulations, to you and Mr. Abrams, you two make a beautiful couple, truly." He said with a small smile.
Debbie
She let Abel into her home, closing the door behind him as she gestured for him to do so. Her hand folded in front of her, eyes downcast, she really did feel like a little kid again. But thankfully, he didn't seem angry at her. 

"My husband... Yes, Eli, he's Jewish," She explained. "I would've loved to have a wedding at the church and have it officiated properly but... There was no time," She admitted and moved to the table, pouring herself some tea. 

"Would you like some?" She asked, keeping her hands busy. "Anyhow... The ceremony was beautiful anyway. It was everything I'd wanted, because I was marrying the love of my life," She spoke in a rush. "And he's very good to me. You know. He's a gentleman and he's kind— he should be home from work in a little bit, maybe you'll meet him properly!" A nervous laugh bubbled up at that. 

"I'm sorry again, sir, I really do wish I could've kept coming to sermons but with everything going on..." She sniffled. "It's been a little hard to... To connect to God..." She mumbled shakily.
Lois
Abel nodded and gave her a smile as he made his way into her house, and looked around. It was a nice house, one he had not been in before. He nodded, "Yes, tea.. Please, if you wouldn't mind." He said as he took a seat. 

"I understand, things.." He took in a deep breath. "Everything has been so.. Terrible here, leaves little time for celebration, doesn't it?" He asked as he shook his head. "I would love to meet him, I trust your judgement, completely." He said as he took a sip of his newly prepared tea. 

"After.. Jonah's unfortunate ah.. Disappearance well.. I will say I am glad that the boys have a father figure in their lives, it can be rough.. For a boy to grow up without someone to call a father, though,, I suppose somtimes it can be rough to grow up with one as well.." He said with a chuckle as he glanced at her and shook his head. 

He put a hand up, and waved it. "Think nothing of it.. I understand." He said as he ran a hand through his hair. "I worry about that.. But.. Not about you not coming, as long as your healthy and happy I have no doubt you make time for God in the home.." He said as he leaned forward. 

"What uh.. What has made it hard for you to.. Connect? Are you having doubts?" He asked arching a brow.
Debbie
She quickly realized that she'd slipped up a bit. Admitting to her pastor that she was having a hard time with God? How stupid could she be? She squeezed the handle of her teacup and took an anxious sip, making great haste to not meet his eyes. 

"I suppose it's... The attacks," She admitted softly. "It's all so much. I just feel... Like God has abandoned this town altogether," She sniffled, having to set down her cup to pick up her handkerchief and dab at her eyes. She cried often at night; though she felt lucky that now she could retire into her husband's arms and find some semblance of solace there. But she truly had been inconsolable for many nights— kept awake, worrying and wondering what would happen next for their family. 

"These beasts," Her voice cracked. "They're awful. Why is this happening to us? We're a good group of people, we don't do much in the way of harm..." Another sniffle slipped past her and she dabbed at her eyes. "My husband is a good man. He didn't deserve to be *Mauled* Like he was." She hiccuped and put her hand in her lap, clutching that handkerchief tight. "I can't imagine... If God was here with us in Briar Ridge, that He would let this happen."