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in."
"Can you spare a second?"
"Of course. You drove over from the academy?"
"Yes. Just have a few minutes. Duty screams."
"Is it, oh, I'm sorry, here, take this chair. Something
about the choir? They're still meeting, aren't they, I
mean this evening?" Ever since Saar's invitation on
Monday to "play for him," after the practice session,
Father Fields had, with growing anticipation, been
rehearsing his best Bach all week.
"No, of course, yes, the rehearsal." Saar had
forgotten, Fields realized, blushing. The headmaster
suddenly uncrossed his legs and leaned forward.
"Jonathan, I hate to be blunt, but have you got anything
around here to drink?"
Panicked by the first half of this sentence, Fields
was shocked as well as relieved as well as disappointed
by its conclusion. Saar managed a wry smile. "I realize,"
he added, "the hour is early, the surroundings
incongruous, and the request on the pushy side, but
frankly, even a shot of the Communion wine would do."
As a habit Jonathan did not drink, but after having