Life and death, as far as Father Trevelyan was concerned, was in the hands of the Almighty. We puny humans had little control over death and no knowledge of the day or hour of its arrival. That said, the priest knew Eve"s hour had come. He didn"t take the time to don vestments. Trevelyan kissed his stole and draped it about his neck without the usual prayer.
puny humansHe separated the couples" hands, pulled Felix gently aside, and took Eve"s in his own. He whispered in her ear. “Are you truly sorry for each of the sins you have committed?” He repeated the question - and felt a feeble pressure as Eve squeezed back.
Aimee held Felix. Luis (in the gallery) watched from the rail. Both silent; helpless.
“God the Father of mercies,” Trevelyan said, “through the death and resurrection of his
