"Josephina," Landemir's wife whispered.
Yevgeny pointed to the bench nearby: "You sit there first, and wait until I'm done with my tasks before we talk."
"Yes..."
He kept receiving believers until the sun set in the west, and the last ray of the afterglow vanished. It wasn't until Adan lit the oil lamp that Yevgeny stretched lazily, moving his stiff shoulders, and shut the church's main door. As he turned around, he found Josephina sitting on the bench looking at him.
"Eh? You… oh!"
Too busy, Yevgeny had unintentionally put Josephina out of his mind, and only now did he remember the incident that occurred at noon. Calmed down, a sudden unease filled his heart.
He had been too impulsive at noon—he didn't think twice before he decided to let Josephina stay. But for such a significant matter, he should have consulted Bishop Ganchalov!
Now what? He had already agreed to let her stay, but the Bishop was still completely unaware!
What if the Bishop does not agree?
