Chapter 39Father Charles looked overwhelmed and frail sitting between tall stacks of paper on both sides of his desk. “Sorry Mac, I'm not letting you bus our homeless people out to the airport, so you can save one adult woman from prostitution. Forget it. Don't you think these destitute individuals have had enough?”
Mac looked down at the scuff marks on his leather loafers. “All right, but that generous donor gave us enough to feed a bunch of them, and I figured they'd enjoy going for a ride.” He thought of poor Tony, his friend from New York, who gave up everything to dance in Vegas, only to end up sleeping in underground tunnels. Mac could think of at least twenty people off the top of his head that would jump at the chance to help. These were people who relied on the church, and felt t
