“How do you activate the system?” I asked.
“I do that from here.” He rested a hand on each hip, elbows pointing out. “I call it my command center.” He pointed to a chair. On a shelf directly behind it sat a pair of identical speakers a few feet apart and angled in slightly. “I come down during the church announcements and turn it all on. Father Wylands always says a prayer before the sermon, so when I hear, ‘Let us pray,’ I push the record button and let ’er go.”
I nodded, pretending to be impressed, but I was thinking how much easier it would be if the whole shebang could be operated by Father Wylands from a switch in the pulpit. But in that case, Lionel the High Lord of Toilet Paper and Everything Else would have one less excuse to hang around the church at night. “Can you show me the
