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CHAPTER 6:The Life of a Catholic Priest Part 2

"Is there anyone out here," he used all the energy left in his lungs out shouting out for help and then he decided to do something more mature, Placed his hand in the other pocket and took his iPhone and called the owner of the Airbnb went to the entrance of the cabinet that looked much smaller than what it looked like online. He was not shocked at all he had seen many wonders at church that seemed to never be explained before. He saw the number +44.... And on down the number there was the name Thomas. Walter wasted no time and there he was on his phone again calling for help he first wanted to leave his luggage and then look for a restaurant and take a nap before the Sunday service

"Hello is this Thomas,"

"Yes who is this?" he answered in a confused way. He was probably wondering who on earth could be calling him that late

"I have just arrived at the cabinet that I was told to go by the church, I'm Walter the new priest,"

"Oh it's you let me just come there I'm at a a restaurant if you might ask just wait there I'm just close to you,"

"Let me come at the Airbnb ASAP,"

"Thomas you said you are at the restaurant right why ask then?

"Yes wait there I will be there coming soon,''

"No wait there instead let me come there instead I need to get myself some food,"

"You can use the GPS just search for Linett's Place,"

"GPS?"

"Yes and if you don't see the place just ask any random person and you will get to the place ASAP, in fact that's the only restaurant in town that opens this late,"

The phone call ended and Walter started asking himself when the restaurant was built. He hadn't been in Huntingdon for a while now years probably. Maybe it was a long time that he had actually visited Huntingdon. The last time that he showed up in Huntingdon was at his father's funeral that he conducted himself, for all this whole time the church would just book one flight for his mother to see him wherever that he was at. The last time he was there it was just an emotional journey for most of the time he blamed himself for his father's death he was unhappy since he actually told him that he was going to be priest. When he was last here he got so much déjà vu of the memories, the memories of his father carrying Walter on his shoulders running to the Park had just gone away after he was now a priest. But years have passed by and he got over the fact that he blamed himself for his death. He reversed his car and when he was ready to go he placed his car in neutral and took his phone again and typed Linnet Place, Huntingdon and the place was just ahead right close to the church just in the middle of the town and then he drove off in curiosity to see if there was any changes to the town. Was the church renovated he asked himself. But he didn't want to call his mother. Maybe the church had changed too, then he drove off and walked past the church. By the time he passed the church it was now 20:00 and he couldn't see the church completely because the darkness was swallowing the whole building but outside the church gates there was a beaming street light that was visible but Walter wanted to actually see if there were any believers still praying at this point but he was in a hurry to go to the bar. But with the darkness he was convinced that there wasn't any. But he wanted to see the church he got out the car quickly as he tried to open the door, he saw that there was a lock so he knew that the next day he had to call someone with the keys the guard maybe or even a church take care. Walter drive more but with the melodic restaurant music he knew he was close. It was one of those days where he got a glimpse of fun. He arrived locked his car and went and opened the restaurant doors and all of a sudden the whole attention shifted directly to him. The Huntingdon 411 team was already there the ladies probably in their 50s just getting a drink maybe and there was whispers of people saying

"I heard that he is now a priest now," a first woman whispered

A second one whispered out loudly, "So does this mean that he has no kids, is he the one?"

Then after twenty seconds of being judged by these women in the bar a middle aged man probably the some years older than Walter but a little bit of longer rushed to the restaurant entrance where Walter was still standing reaching still out there with his neck trying to look for the mysterious Airbnb owner who was nowhere to be seen. From there all that he was seeing were just young children who were being told by their parents to not be like him. Although he was doing something great for the community he was never appreciated enough. But Walter was hungry ready to tear down a full chicken and all that he was thinking was ordering something and then later go back to the cabinet get a good sleep and then prepare for church the next day.