“We all sin." “But not all are damned, son.” John tips his hat to the salesman and sets on down the road, not pausing as he bids his adieu. “Not all, but some.”
Barrow's hands close around the hanging chain. With a yank the bulb blazes to life and light floods the hallway. From the kitchen John emerges, his revolver already drawn. “Hello, Daniel.”
John can hear Paul cough at night. It goes on for minutes without pause. John closes his eyes to pretend he doesn't notice but the sound goes on and on, filling the house.