“We liked to stroll the winding lanes, often all the way down to the cove to feed the ducks that snapped up the Cheerios we brought in wrinkled bread bags. The park had changed since then—cobblestones thrown over for asphalt drive-throughs, ball fields chain-linked into territories.The file contained Father Mike’s resignation, a perfunctory note that nonetheless began, With bottomless sorrow. There were also a couple of letters between the Chancery and the Department of Human Services, and three... transcribed interviews, each headed “Unofficial.” The transcripts—signed by a nun in the front office, everything prepared within the family—began with a set of names, each of which opened a flower of memory.Monsignor Frank Flannagan, co-chancellor, Diocese of Portland. Snowy beard and glittery blue eyes, Santa Claus in disguise.Father John Derocher, pastor, St. Peter’s, Bangor. High summer, hot weather, Father Jack arriving with a bottle of wine and photos from his trip to Italy.Mrs.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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