gone to hell

"Oh, I see. We don't really...wear special clothes for our Gods." The idea was interesting. He was sure it would lead to further mockery from the general public, but he wondered if The Voice would like her followers to wear anything special for her. ...Probably not, he decided. She was hardly one for aesthetic concerns. "Yes - she has a bakery. She is...actually...my half sister." Perhaps it was odd to tell a complete stranger what was still half a secret, but Sam found it freeing to get the information out, and well...it was going to become public knowledge at some point. "We, um, do not get on very well, but I'm sure she'd help you with what you need. If you go to town and look for a bakery on a corner...it's there." The smell alone would be able to guide her there, he reckoned; while he had his problems with Amalia, she could make some very appealing food. Samuel He took a step but then felt tired He said, I'll rest a little while But when he tried to walk again He wasn't a child