“I’d say it’s because we didn’t finish our conversation from earlier, but that’s only partly true.” Doppio clasped his hands behind his back in a gesture mimicking Father Serra to keep them from fidgeting. He meandered to the garden, following the arc of the moon. It was bright and very nearly full.

“A lot’s happening and…the truth is that I just always feel better when I talk to you and I couldn’t wait until morning.”