People who fascinate me.

"Let's go." He said sharply. "I don't like the way he conducts his kids."

We got up from the long wooden benches in his lead and snapped our heels down the long aisle as the pastor's chastise of his altar boys continued. But as we reached the tall doors of the church, he stopped to pick up a bible. His slim fingers ran slowly down the spine of the old book, and in the stained dimmness of the church, he asked gently, "Would you like to say a prayer?"