Michael Malone - Weebly

sherry in Saar's study, he had purchased a bottle of the
same brand, gratified by the expense. It was now in the
Waterford decanter that the rector had been
bequeathed by a Dixwell matron and had in turn given
Jonathan. (The rector gave everything away.) "I have
some sherry in my cottage, I'll just run and get it."
"But I'd love to see your place."
Mentally, Jonathan raced through his three rooms.
His bed was made, his underwear was in the hamper,
his dog-eared picture magazine Sir Nude he now kept
locked (and why didn't he throw the thing away?) in his
desk, ever since Father Highwick (who had no sense of
private property) had rambled through his curate's
possessions in search of shampoo. "All right, forgive the
mess. It's just across the garden here."
"I'm probably keeping you from something
celestial."
"No, nothing. Well, I have to pay a church call, but
no special time." Unable to fit the key into the lock,
Jonathan, embarrassed, took his glasses from his jacket
pocket so that he could see the opening.
"Let me give you a ride then," offered Saar, trying