The priest blinked. “Left your head?”
She left. The heavy door closed.
Father Michael turned to the old man. “You said the hymn had left you.” sotho hymn 63
“Ntate Mofokeng,” she gasped. “My little one. Letseka. He has a fever that will not break. The clinic is closed. The roads are mud. I ran all the way. Can you… can you bless him?” The priest blinked
His mouth opened. And the words came. Not from his head, but from his bones. but from his bones.