Friday, April 27, 2007
New Beginning 269
Father Vincent de Paul shivered in the cold vestibule of the Mayfair Mission cathedral building. All his instincts told him he shouldn’t be there. It was two in the morning. He swung his arms and tugged at his loose cloak to prevent any further loss of body heat. He crossed himself again as he looked up the dark Romanesque nave of the church to the high altar almost thirty meters away. God forgive me, he mumbled. But it had to be done. Concentrate, he told himself.
A sound made him stop abruptly. He peered into the darkness.
“Good evening, Father,” a voice said, from behind him.
Father Vincent jumped. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
“The side door was open and I came in that way. I hope I have not kept you waiting.”
“It is cold here,” Father Vincent said, “I have little patience for waiting. Did you bring what I asked you to bring?”
“Yes, I have. Would you like to see it?”
Father Vincent eyed the package hungrily. "Give it to me."
The delivery man extended the parcel in both hands, like an offering. Reverently, as if accepting the Grail itself, the priest took it and held it close. "At last," he said.
The slash of a silver knife, and the wrapping fell away to reveal a heavy tome. Father Vincent turned back to the altar and bowed his head. "I . . . could not help myself," he murmured. "Forgive me, Lord. It shall not happen again." He uttered the latter with full confidence, for he knew from his readings that this was to be the last Harry Potter book.
Opening: Dr. Billy.....Continuation: 150