When I reach the church, I see my car has been towed. No surprise. I owe nine hundred dollars in parking tickets. What a mess I’ve made of my life. But I’m going to fix it. I’m going to make things right again.
Against the cold November wind, I turn my collar up and walk through the open wrought-iron gate fencing the presbytery’s lawn. This is where he lives, where he eats his meals and sleeps. Does he have nightmares? Does he dream the things I dream?
In my dreams, everything is red and I hear him screaming my name.
But I didn’t come to haunt him today.
I shake the snow off my hair and shoulders and ring the bell. Through the large window at my left, I can see someone getting out of his seat. A big man dressed in black. When he opens the door, I see he’s a priest. A tall fellow with s
