"Father Anderson?" the little boy tugged at the priest's cassock.
The towering man should have terrified children with his scarred face and scruffy appearance, but it was just the opposite. They knew they were safe with him – no monster would dare intrude where their protector stood watch.
"What do ye need, Brian?" Anyone who had seen Anderson fulfilling his other calling would not have recognized the loving smile he turned on the child. He loved all his children.
"Father Anderson, will protestants really go to hell?"
Anderson's smile slipped a notch. Where had the boy come up with that question?
"I used to think so, lad…"