Michael'd disagree with that thought, and when the girl opens to door smiling and tucking her hands in the small pocket on the front of her dress he's pretty sure she'd feel much the same. Men make things happen all the time, unexpected things that nobody needs to know about to appreciate.

"Come on, time to head out Preacher. I think I owe you a carton of smokes and a drink before bed."

He offers the Sister a thin, but honest smile and nod; "Thank you, Sister, for what you're doing here. Takes the best kind of person there is to watch over the children."