Mercy

Mercy’s hand was on the tithe box as Oleander approached. He had a sinking feeling in his stomach as he approached the head nun, because he didn’t want his suspicions to be true.  Or… if they were true, he didn’t want to know.  Mercy was a good worker, and had years of dedicated work for the Church.  They took great care of each year’s baby buns, and of each year’s new adults.  They promoted the Church...

Mercy gazed around the church from where they stood in the shadow of a pillar. So far, so good.  The place looked empty, save for them. They had to be careful, they knew.  They’d distracted Oleander fairly well yesterday when he had been doing accounting, but they’d taken a lot from t...