It was a little more than a month since Beth had been to church. She didn't have the courage to try for a Sunday service, so it was Monday that found her wrapping a shawl over her dress for decency as well as warmth before going out. Nervous and alone, eyes darting from side to side, and keeping well clear of the smaller streets and alleys, it was a moment of huge relief when she finally slipped inside the church and found it empty.
Beth went into a pew about halfway up the aisle, settling down carefully, folded her hands, and prayed. Prayed for Mr. Moriarty's pupils sick with the flu, and for Ryan to keep on recovering well. Prayed for her own children to come through it, and (slightly guiltily) that she might have enough work real soon that she could afford a new dress so she could go see them again.
Once she was done, she kept her hands folded and eyes closed, simply soaking in the peace of the church until the sound of footsteps brought her eyes wide open, heart tripping over in startlement as she recognized the preacher coming through. "Sorry, Brother, I didn't mean no...I'll be goin', then."