“Oh, nothing.” I say. “Just… waiting to be needed, I guess.”Taking that as a cue Joseph touches the space between my shoulders. Shivers run everywhere from the spot. My heart pangs with loneliness again. I resist the urge to lean into his hand. But it’s so hard. “Faith,” he says, “why don’t you run ahead with John and set up for the meeting in my quarters?”Is that an order? “Sure.” I say.John and I head back down the pathway, towards the church, passing all the people and the children. A snowball hits John’s shoulder. He turns and gives the kids the kind of stare that a rattler gives before it strikes. I grab his arm and pull him along.“They’re just kids.” I remark.“My God, how you’ve changed.” He replies.