A Month Of Sundays

A Month of SundaysI inherited her. Alicia had been hired by my predecessor, a languid Gnostic stirred to dynamism only by the numen of church finances. Having ministered to our flock and its fleece during the go-go years, he left me a fat portfolio and lean attendance rolls. I was told, indeed, that the Reverend Eccles (short for shekels) believed that nothing so became a parishioner's life as the leaving of it, with a valedictory bequest to the building fund. At any rate, the nominal members st...