Sunday, January 4, 2009
Donations to Door Funds
There was a policeman at St. Pity’s when we went for a walk today. The church had been the victim of a broad-daylight burglary yesterday while a wedding had actually been taking place. It was an odd thing to have stolen – just the door to the vestry and several of the old gravestones (ones that had been removed from the graveyard and stacked four-deep against the wall – Father Williams was unable to even guess at the names of those missing).
I expressed my concern and pressed my card into his hand. “If there’s anything we can do,” I said. “I know Harold would want to help as a benefactor of the church.”* I withdrew my wallet. “Here’s £100 toward a replacement. How much would it cost, do you think?”
“Er… Three or four hundred?” Father Williams had only been in Laverstone for a year or so and was unaware of Harold’s general attitude of anti-altruism. I doubt he’d be one to lose at Monopoly – he’s the sort to have a ‘Divine Intervention’ rule.
“Well, with my donation to start with you should be able to rustle the rest up from your Sermon at today’s service,” I said. He nodded, appearing distracted. It can’t be easy for a man of the cloth to talk to a demon, even if he didn’t know I was one. His eyes were watering.
Felicia was impatient to go. “Good luck to you,” I said, getting up. “Let me know if I can be of further help. I’m sure someone in your church will be able to think of a godd carpenter.”
*He is, too. One of the stained glass windows was bought by him and portrays Jesus going into a very familiar bookshop.