THE MORNING MOVES ALONG without a hitch. Father Stratton delivers a talk on his work in Baltimore and s*x trafficking in general. He shows a video where several young people who worked in the s*x trades talk about their experiences; their faces are blacked out, but they sound young. My heart breaks as I listen to their stories, and in my mind I see the young men and women Helen and I helped rescue from Rose’s operation in Bellamy. Looking at my fellow clergymen, I see more than one man wiping away a tear.
We break for lunch. Anna insists on the ladies serving the men, saying it just makes more sense than going through buffet style.
“The Ladies of Charity have prepared a special treat for us,” I say to Father Tim. “Beef Braciole.”
The words no sooner come out of my mouth than Father Tim
