The nervous bishop grinned with embarrassment as he walked out of the room sandwiched in cash from neck to ankles.
“I am sorry something urgent came up and the president had to leave unexpectedly. He promised to call you to arrange for another meeting,” apologized the State House Comptroller with a knowing wink.
The bishop was immensely relieved. He could no longer stand the heat and the suffocating smell of the new banknotes. Although cash is sweet it stinks terribly.
The Bishop hurriedly signed the statehouse visitors’ book and assisted by the statehouse comptroller to carry the equally heavy sacks of cash rushed out to his SUV and fled the scene like a robber at great speed leaving behind his bibles, collar, golden rosary and another holy regalia in the mystic State House, strong roo
