Why did she have to be doing this now? Cath snorted at her threat, rolling his eyes. "Stop it," he told her.
He couldn't blame Father Peter. He didn't want to be in this situation and he while he knew how to deal with Mae's tantrums, they weren't in a private place. "Sorry, Father," he told him. "I've things I should be doing."
For now, she'd get to pout and hide. She couldn't hide in here forever. With one look back at the desk, he push off the doorway and walked out, genuflecting and crossing himself as he cross the aisle in front of the altar. Then he was gone.