Sunday Night Phone Calls (Peter, Lydia) Rating: PG

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Father Peter signed the last of the reports he had left to do for the Abbey school. He felt his stomach rumble. He'd been neglecting food in favour of getting his work done. But now it was finished. He hoped he could talk one of the cooks out of some leftovers.

Standing, he made his way to his office door, turned off his light, and headed down the narrow hallway, where he heard someone clear their throat behind him. He turned to see his fellow priest, Charles, gazing at him oddly.

"Could I trouble you for a moment, Peter?"

"It's no trouble at all, Charles. What is it?"

"Well it's-there's a little girl on the phone for you, Peter. She sounds incredibly distressed."

( Peter's face didn't register anything, but his heart leapt into his throat. )

Sunday Night Phone Calls (Peter, Lydia) Rating: PG

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Father Peter signed the last of the reports he had left to do for the Abbey school. He felt his stomach rumble. He'd been neglecting food in favour of getting his work done. But now it was finished. He hoped he could talk one of the cooks out of some leftovers.

Standing, he made his way to his office door, turned off his light, and headed down the narrow hallway, where he heard someone clear their throat behind him. He turned to see his fellow priest, Charles, gazing at him oddly.

"Could I trouble you for a moment, Peter?"

"It's no trouble at all, Charles. What is it?"

"Well it's-there's a little girl on the phone for you, Peter. She sounds incredibly distressed."

( Peter's face didn't register anything, but his heart leapt into his throat. )