Here's a quick apology/nod. More to come. Eventually.
“Matthew,” says Father Lantom, plainly exasperated. “Do I have to be the one to mention what you’re leaving out?”
Matt thinks back, his week in sin. “Nothing.”
“I’ve seen a lot of you lately. Never on Sunday morning, though.”
Oh. That. “It’s...difficult. The organ’s so loud, and incense chokes me…”
“And you’re busy. And tired. And compared to what goes on in your life, it doesn’t seem like a big deal.”
Matt has to smile. “Guess you’ve heard all the excuses.”
There’s an affirmative grunt. “Seven a.m. No organ, no censer. It’s time, Matthew. Come back to mass.”