"You'll stay with us, of course!" Doppio piped up as if it was the most natural thing to offer. He paused after he said it--after all, he didn't really know what home was. Self-consciousness overtook him again. He was sure he looked crazy with his visible seesawing between certainty and confusion.

"Of course. There's plenty of room in the rectory for guests." Doppio's strange demeanor didn't slip by Father Serra, but the comfort of him and his friends would come first for now. Especially since there was a small child among them.