The priest walked up behind Ruthridge as he reached the halfway point of digging some extra graves.
"There's a phone call for you," said the priest.
Ruthridge climbed up on out wondering what his mother wanted. She was the only one he gave the church's number to. It turned out to be his best friend from college, Jeff. His mother gave him the number, he explained, because she thought he would like to hear from an old friend. She was deeply worried.
"No, I don't dig graves all day. I'm also the gardener, landscaper, plumber, and maintenance man."
His friend was impressed, but then he asked Ruthridge if he missed the town at all.
"Don't you want to go to a bar and meet some pretty girls?"
Ruthridge chuckled. His friend reminded him of old times.
"Yes, but I have a lot to do here. Father Shane is busy enough handling the spiritual aspect of things."
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