Sister Imelda looked up from her bible, the phone jammed between her double chin and her fat shoulder.
"The Bishop will see you now!"
Inside his office there was an overwhelming stench of Old Spice and something like decay. He read his sheet of notes, over and over, until it seemed as if he...
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