Chapter 29John sat in the dimly lit office waiting for Penny. Pictures of the Pope adorned one dark paneled wall, and various celebrities posed with Pastor Charles in a framed collage. Diplomas and letters from the Vatican were matted and hanging in gold-plated frames. A small bookshelf held bibles, religious books and a collection of binders. The chairs were uncomfortable. Without the incredible pictures, the office could have been anywhere.
The battered desk held a large pile of weekly bulletins on one corner. A sliver of desert sunshine slipped under a small curtain-lined window, bathing an exquisite porcelain sculpture of the Sacred Heart of Jesus in vibrant rays of light. It drew John's eyes away from anything else.
“So, you see our work here, in Las Vegas, is never done.” Father Ch
