Cassie had never been terribly good at avoiding questions, mostly because it was easier to answer them than to refuse, even if most often the questioner didn't like or believe the answer. She had a feeling that this time would be no different, but she decided to answer him. He had asked, after all, and unlike when she'd been a child, being called a liar wouldn't result in some punitive punishment. Still she could tell this man was already irritated about something. If he hadn't claimed paternity of the man who she'd met as a child, she never would have guessed them relations. Where Mr. Sinestra had been bright and smiling, setting her at her ease, his son was making her nervous so that she had to remind herself that she'd done nothing wrong. A very different face for their God, that was for sure.
Still, she wasn't terribly comfortable telling a stranger that she had dreams that tended to come true. They always thought her crazy. Even her close friends thought her insane when she talked about her dreams and then, a few days later, something would prove they'd come true.
In at attempt to answer his question, and yet not at the same time, Cassie played with the label on the water bottle a moment, collecting herself without meeting his bright, intelligent blue eyes. "Mr. Tunsten, my social worker in the foster system, is a member of your congregation. When my foster parents brought... certain things... to his attention, he asked their permission to bring me to your father for counseling since the state pshrink wasn't helping." She shrugged, finally lifting her eyes to meet his. "Your father was a very kind man. I'm very sorry for your loss. I only met him a few times, but he was genuinely concerned for people. Even those, like me, who weren't a part of his flock. He listened to me talk about my dreams and tried to help me put the things in them into perspective. I don't think he really believed some of the things I told him," she said with a shrug, then looked back down, nervous again. "People usually don't."