Chapter 64

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The couple knelt in front of the priest.  He placed hands on the man and then the woman. The ancient Latin phrases reverberated through the room.  The room was cold and the air still, dust motes dancing in the light through the stained glass.  When the priest was done he knelt with them and enfolded them in his huge arms.

It took him two tries to find his voice as he said, “I wish I could do something as glorious, as direct, as … meaningful as what you two are about to do.”

The woman said, “Father, you heal and nourish your flock all the time, every day, and have for years and years.  We are simply going to do something that will take a few seconds.  Our few seconds do not compare to the life you have given to God’s work.”

The priest smiled and reached under his hassock for the package.  He kept the cloth folded over the steel.

“Make sure you put on the gloves before you touch it.  Do not wipe it down or clean it in any way.  Wrap it back in this cloth and drop it in the agreed-upon place.”

The priest handed the man the thin cotton gloves that looked so much like empty flesh. The man’s hands trembled as he took them and slid the gloves into the inside pocket of the very good suit he was so uncomfortable wearing.

The woman held her purse open and the priest dropped in the cloth wrapped package. The husky white male with pale skin and graying short brown hair and the thin, athletic, Semitic-looking woman rose.  Both bowed slightly at the waist.

“Go with God, my children!”