Small miracles.
He'd just walked to the church. Just a boy and his dog. Simplest thing in the world.
His logic had been simple. Churches usually have pianos. Even if they also usually had those creepy statues of the Virgin Mary. He'd sooner shoot himself in the foot than look at once of those. But the piano. That would make it worth it. He needed that calm he could only get from the slide of his fingers across the keys.
He'd had to jimmy the lock open, which was ridiculous because he'd thought churches were supposed to always be open. But he figured at least this way he could be alone. It had been the first of three bits of good luck. The second being that Hell Hounds could stand on consecrated ground just fine. The third was that the piano bench allowed him to keep his back to Ben's Blue Lady.
His logic had been simple. Churches usually have pianos. Even if they also usually had those creepy statues of the Virgin Mary. He'd sooner shoot himself in the foot than look at once of those. But the piano. That would make it worth it. He needed that calm he could only get from the slide of his fingers across the keys.
He'd had to jimmy the lock open, which was ridiculous because he'd thought churches were supposed to always be open. But he figured at least this way he could be alone. It had been the first of three bits of good luck. The second being that Hell Hounds could stand on consecrated ground just fine. The third was that the piano bench allowed him to keep his back to Ben's Blue Lady.