Chapter 8 –
Nothing happened for two weeks. Lynn Powell settled in at the convent and actually acted as if she was enjoying her visit. And, although attendance was down, Billy Taylor conducted three more of his crusades. Bill called Frank and wanted to have lunch at Bertie’s.
“Have you heard anything?” asked Father Bill.
“Nothing, absolutely nothing, have you talked to Ms. Powell?”
“Yes, last night.”
“Is everything okay with her?”
“She seems to be happy, but I believe she is ready to move on.”
“You know the moment Taylor finds out where she is, things might change? My guess is they will change.”
Father Bill nodded. “I know. She wants to resume teaching.”
Frank smiled. “She’s a teacher?”
“Yes,” responded Bill. “You act surprised. Why?”
“I guess because she’s a---. Oh, never mind.”
“What? Say it.”
“I guess because she’s a Pentecostal. I just don’t think of a Pentecostal teaching school.”
“They get college degrees too, Frank.”
“I’m sure they do. I’m sure they do.”
“Is the altar boy a bit bigoted?” smiled Father Bill.
“Jesus Christ, Bill. Okay, you got me. I think of Pentecostals as a little lacking in the brain department. Yea, I feel that way.”
“Hmmm… don’t say anything about other people being narrow minded. That statement sounded…”
“Okay, okay, I get it.”
“Good. Besides, she was raised Presbyterian.”
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