Chapter 30Richard turned his Celebrity once more to circle the block. He didn’t have time to be looking for a parking space! Jimmy could be up there with his mother right now, with Dwight Morris on his way.
The priest slammed on his brakes in the middle of the narrow, one-way street and retrieved the thought he’d just had: Dwight Morris.
He closed his eyes and bowed his head toward the steering wheel. He whispered, “Thank you,” and said the name aloud: “Dwight Morris.” It just came to him; he wasn’t even trying.
Perhaps God did intervene in our lives. And another voice, more cynical, answered: And perhaps you’ve been working on this problem subconsciously and just now everything clicked into place. The memory got dumped into your consciousness. It all seemed so clear now: the talk they’
