There was a collective exhale from the remaining people. “Well that went over better than I’d hoped,” Ainsworth said brightly. We both looked at him incredulously. “Well,” he continued with a shrug, “the meetinghouse is still standing, so that’s a start. And everyone has a pulse! Celebrate the little things, boys. It’ll make your lives a lot happier.” He had a point, but we still shook our heads, trying not to smile. So much for not telling the Congregation about us… Ainsworth clapped his hands together. “Alright then! Who’s ready to make their conversion?”
