We went around to a side door and huddled in its arch as Gus knocked. After a few tense moments—in which a truckful of soldiers rattled past the front of the house and we all froze—the door opened a crack and a girl in her late teens, dressed in a maid’s uniform, peeked out. She’d probably already scanned us via the closed-circuit monitor that was built into the wall beside the door, but even so was being cautious. Then she recognized the priest and opened the door wide.