“What kind of book are we looking for?” Louis asked me.
I don’t know. I would like to tell him that but I know that would anger him. I needed his help. I turned to the priest once again.
“Do you have some old books here?” he thought for a moment.
“I don’t think we have an old boo – wait! There is one!”
The priest went out of the room. Louis and I looked at each other and decided to follow behind him. We went out of the backroom we had gone to and saw the priest running towards the altar. He opened the tabernacle, a box that contained the Holy Eucharist. He retrieved two glasses from the inside and put them on the altar.
We reached where he was and watched his back as he retrieved the book from the secret compartment of the tabernacle. He set the book down in front of us. It was a ve
