Jun didn't like going to places that asked for money. He didn't like monks who collected alms, either. As far as he was concerned, the whole religion thing was a racket for overeducated men who didn't want to do real work. The young pastor from Pyongyang didn't seem lazy, and he had never asked Jun for anything, so he was fine enough. That said, Jun liked the idea of having someone pray for him.
The coal man grinned. He wasn't used to being complimented.
"Well, if you say so." He laughed again. "When you're done, I'll be waiting for you across the street at the dumpling stand by the post office. I'll meetn you over there after I finish with my erronds."
The servant of the church was wearing a patched men's overcoat that was far too large for her tiny body. She was deaf-mute, and she swayed gently while sweeping the chapel floor. At the vibration of Isak's step, she stopped what she was doing with a jolt and turned. Her worn-down broom grazed her stocking feet, and she clutched on to its handle in surprise. She said something, but Isak couldn't make out what she was saying.
"Hello, I'm here to see Pastor Shin.." He smiled at her.
The servant scampered to the rear of the church, and Pastor Shin came out of his office at once, He was in his early fifties. Thick glasses covered his deep-set brown eyes. His hair was still black and he kept it short. His white shirt and gray trousers were well pressed. Everything about him seemed controlled and restrained.
"Welcome." Pastor Shin smiled at the nice-looking young man in the Western-style suit. "What may I do for you?"
"My name is Baek Isak. My teachers at the seminary have written to you, I think."
"Pastor Beek! You're finally here! I thought you'd be here months ago. I'm so pleased to see you. Come, my study is in the back. It's a bit warmer there. He asked the servant to bring them tea.