Twelve
“What I fail to understand, Father Tom, is why you are telling me this now, after the proverbial horse has left the barn!”
I knew it was not going to be an easy conversation when I called the Archbishop to tell him about my interview with Katherine Shepp. I had put off telling him for a week after the interview. I told myself it was in order to find the right words. In reality, I was avoiding him.
I had not foreseen how upset he would be. I had never seen or heard the Archbishop angry. Always very jovial in our conversations, I had heard rumors of a fiery temper when he was provoked. I had discounted them.
Standing in the rectory office with my phone in my hand, I realized that had been a mistake. I had made a lot of them recently.
“I’m sorry, Your Excellency,” I said.
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