I did as Father James told me to, I went home and continued reading my Bible. When it was one in the afternoon, I left for St. Peter’s Cathedral, to the hall where father James said catechism would be held. I was practically the only one there except for one other person. I thought of father James, and as if my mind had conjured him, he appeared at the door and his eyes honed in on me. He walked towards me and looked at me from top to bottom. I caught a twinkle in his eyes, right before he doubled up at the waist. I didn’t know why he laughed, but I joined in, and not before long, we were clutching each other’s shoulders and hooting like deranged men.
Once we came down from our laugh induced high, father James stood and with a smile, addressed me. “You know, John, I love that you love th
