Sunlight Gardener

Confess. Sunlight Gardener, an Indiana preacher whose name had also been Osmond. Osmond in some other world. The broad, hairy face and frightened eyes of a boy who wasn’t a boy at all: This is a bad place, Jacky, Wolf knows. And it was, it was a very bad place.

Jack remembers the preacher from his childhood journey.

Hurts bad.” “Your little head pains you, Mr. Wolf?” Reverend Sunlight Gardener half-danced toward Wolf and gently patted his arm. Wolf snatched his arm away, his face working into an exaggerated reflex of disgust. The cologne, Jack knew—that heavy cloying odor would have been like ammonia in Wolf’s sensitive nostrils.

Evangelist running the Scripture Home who approaches Wolf.