Silas nodded at Aris and walked to the porch and into the church itself. The ceilings were high and the walls were tall enough, and just behind them, a well-painted fresco of Jesus's life, from meeting John the Baptist to his betrayal, crucifixion and resurrection. The church itself was empty; it was likely that Father Alexander was in the backrooms tidying up.<br/><br/>From the corner of his eye, he saw Adell wince at a part of the fresco. She always seemed to do the same thing every time she entered the church. He knew that some part of the church disagreed with her mind, but she never mentioned what it was. Though her hostility with modern religion was quite evident, whatever really disturbed her remained deep within her heart.<br/><br/>"Well, Aris? What do you think?" asked Silas proudly.<br/><br/>He saw Adell plop exhaustedly into a pew and closing her eyes. The sun must have tired her out, he thought. He pitied her; if only she enjoyed the outdoors more, he thought. Perhaps she would be a less cynical and grumpy person.