This is the stuff I'm supposed to be working on.
Leonard was willing to give the Reverend Quentin Peasley the benefit of the doubt. Peasley was Inetta's pastor, and no matter how he rubbed Leonard, she was not one to be taken. Still, he did not know how else to put it: Peasley had that self-satisfied manner of preachers that seemed as if he had put on an entire special outfit, skin and all, before he showed up at the house. His eyes, artificially bright and welling with empathy. His voice, a touch too reverberant. His words, selected like steaks at the butcher counter. And he seemed overjoyed to see a man who was not glad to see him.