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Falconer 103<br />
target and out the door came three acolytes, a monsignor in black,<br />
and the cardinal himself, a man either graced by God with great<br />
dignity and beauty or singled out by the diocese for these<br />
distinctions. He raised his hand. His ring flashed with spiritual and<br />
political power. “I seen better rings on hustlers,” Chicken Number<br />
Two whispered. “No fence would give you thirty. The last time I<br />
hit a jewelry store I fenced the lot for—” Looks shut him up.<br />
Everybody turned and put him down.<br />
The crimson of the cardinal’s robes seemed living and pure and<br />
his carriage was admirable and would have quelled a riot. He<br />
stepped out of the helicopter, lifting his robes not at all like a<br />
woman leaving a taxi but like a cardinal leaving his airborne<br />
transport. He made a sign of the cross as high and wide as his<br />
reach and the great spell of worship fell over that place. In nomine<br />
Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti. Farragut would have liked to pray<br />
for the happiness of his son, his wife, the safety of his lover, the<br />
soul of his dead brother, would have liked to pray for some<br />
enlargement of his wisdom, but the only word he could root out of<br />
these massive intentions was his Amen. Amen, said a thousand<br />
others, and the word, from so many throats, came up from the<br />
gallows field as a solemn whisper.<br />
Then the public address system began to work so well that the<br />
confusion that followed could be heard by everyone. “Now you go<br />
first,” said the commissioner to the warden. “No, you go,” said the<br />
warden to the commissioner. “It says here that you go.” “I said<br />
you go,” said the commissioner angrily to the warden, and the<br />
warden stepped forward, knelt, kissed the cardinal’s ring and,<br />
standing, said: “The graciousness of Your Eminence in<br />
endangering life and limb in order to come and visit us in the<br />
Falconer Rehabilitation Center is greatly appreciated by me and<br />
the deputy wardens, the guards and all the inmates. It reminds me<br />
of how when I was a little boy and sleepy my father carried me<br />
from the car into the house at the end of a long trip. I was a load