"Wouldn't expect anything less from you," he says with a slight nod.

"But you can't believe everything written in those damn things -- more'n half the time, the facts're -- "

"Afternoon, reverend," a small boy, no more than six or seven years old, pipes up as they walk past. "Missus Reverend."

Ben returns the greeting in kind, then turns his attention back to Kate.

"Wrong."