When the time came Louise had to nudge him three times before, shaking his head, he rose and followed her to the communion rail. He stared at the big cross above the altar, remembering her. The vicar had to take his hand to give him the wafer but he held it clenched in his palm. Katya’s sympathies had been with her Muslim husband's family yet her life had ended in a church. The irony sickened him, she hadn’t cared about religion but it had cost her life. And the bearded priest had come to do what he could which was little enough.
Kate sat three pews behind them through the service but he didn’t notice her as they trooped out, met by an icy wind with the bells ringing again to herald Christmas morning.
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