Logan didn’t say anything more about what he and Bill had discussed. He wasn’t sure if the priest was serious. He may have just been saying he wanted to help. It may have been no more than an impulse. Besides, he would see him in church Sunday. If he really wanted to do something he could tell him then. If he didn’t say anything it would be just as well. It wasn’t like Frank didn't have anything to do.
Sunday came and Bill passed Frank several times in the normal course of the Mass but said nothing. Frank assumed he wasn't interested in pursuing the Lacy matter. When it came time for communion Frank followed the line of people to the altar. He approached Bill who was standing in full vestments with the chalice bearer beside him. Bill bowed his head as Bill handed him the communion host. “You want to start tomorrow?” he asked as the chalice bearer held the cup before him and he dipped the piece of bread. “You want to start tomorrow?” the priest repeated.
“Bill, is this the right time?”
“I don’t know, but just a yes or no would be fine. Tell you what, let me know after church.”
At the end of the Mass, Frank lingered behind the rest of the people as they made their way out the door. When it finally came time for Frank to shake the priest’s hand he said, “your timing sucks.”
Father Bill smiled the broad smile Frank had known so long. “I just figured I had your attention, nothing wrong with that.”
“You did.”
“Well, do we start tomorrow, yes or no.”
“Far as I’m concerned we can, what do you have in mind? Where do you want to start?”
“I think you said it was Billy Taylor. I watched his crusade on TV last night and he’ll be in Richmond next Wednesday. I think it’ll be a good idea if we go. I’ll make some calls and see what we need to do to get in.”
“Sounds good to me, I can do some background work on it in the morning. I’ll talk to Lacy.”
“The man whose wife died?” asked Father Bob.
Logan nodded.
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