“Uh, yeah. That’s right. I waited for Reverend Pearsson to finish chatting with folks. You know how he is—and how most folks in the congregation are—about wanting to chat before they head home. Anyway, Paign found me there and waited with me, until we could talk to him alone.” Anders finally sat down on another bucket-sized rock.
“Pretty boring, too, I might add!” Paign fired off before sitting down.
Anders’ eyes narrowed a moment, looking at his cousin. His attention on Freida, he continued. “Like I was saying, Reverend Pearsson knew we were up to something, waiting for him. So once he had the elderly Lindquists finally shuffling off to their farm, he hurried back into the church to find out what we wanted. Boy, was he shocked when Paign asked him what he knew about the Widow Vellhelmina! It was as if we’d punched him in the stomach, he sat down so abruptly into the little side pew in the vestibule.”
Tiny, who had been lying quietly next to Freida, with all four of his paws tucked underneath him, simply flopped his tail on the floor twice to indicate his excitement at this news.
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