CLARK’S ALREADY AT a table when I arrive. Much to my surprise, he’s wearing his collar.
“Dressed a little formally for coffee, aren’t you?” I say, pointing at the white band around his neck.
“Well, I have to visit an old and rather cantankerous member of my flock,” Clark says with a grimace. “She expects all her ministers to dress like this.” He tugs at his collar. “I swear, Tom, I don’t know how you wear one of these all day. Just about to drive me crazy.”
I shrug. “You get used to it.”
Clark looks at me, “You look like a man with the weight of the world on his shoulders.”
I smile wryly. “Not the whole world, Clark. Just the entire Catholic Church.”
Clark chuckles and shakes his head. “Vivian ran into Anna at the store yesterday. She said it had been pretty crazy.”
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