“Please come in, sir,” the clergyman said, and the enormous gilded door flew open in front of him. It crossed his mind to wonder why this clergyman addressed him as sir and not deacon, but he realised that they treated him as a layman here.
“If I’m not mistaken, Mr. Mytharan, you resigned from the position of school deacon today at the St. Christophe Catholic boarding school,” Martin Meenar, the Diocesan Bishop said, leaning over some documents. There was the familiar school letterhead on the papers in his hand; James recognised the oval-shaped stamp through the back of the paper even from that distance. So they informed him in advance, he thought, and he prayed even harder.
“That’s right, Your Excellency.”
“So then, what else can I do for you?” he leaned forward again, looking at James
