‘You are joking.’
‘It’s a church.’
‘Therein lies the genius. Nobody will suspect the likes of us to seek sanctuary here.’
His smile widens. I bury my face in hands. He has a point, as usual. I love him to bits. Without his kindness, I wouldn’t have survived the first nights. But sometimes, his ancient weirdness bothers me. As does the idea of moving into a church.
‘And it’s disused – nobody to ask us in.’
His smile splits his face.
‘I’ll invite you,’ he says. ‘It comes with a spacious crypt.’
‘It’s your old church? Now that’s creepy.’
I’ve decided to give Mesh a go. Not sure I like the way it crops the photos, though. What do you think?