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Falconer 107<br />
He took off his robe and while the other men put on ties and<br />
jackets he tried to invest his white shirt, his issue fatigues and his<br />
basketball sneakers with respectability. He did this by bracing his<br />
shoulders. He saw himself in a long glass and he saw that he<br />
looked emphatically like an escaped convict. There was nothing<br />
about him—his haircut, his pallor, his dancy step—that a halfblind<br />
drunk wouldn’t have put down as a prison freak. “His<br />
Eminence would like to speak to you,” the monsignor said. “Please<br />
follow me.”<br />
A door was opened and he went into a room a little like the<br />
priest’s front parlor at home. The cardinal stood there, now in a<br />
dark suit, and held out his right hand. Jody knelt and kissed the<br />
ring. “Where are you from?” the cardinal asked. “Saint Anselm’s,<br />
Your Eminence,” said Jody. “There is no Saint Anselm’s in the<br />
diocese,” said the cardinal, “but I know where you’re from. I don’t<br />
know why I asked. Time must play an important part in your<br />
plans. I expect you have about fifteen minutes. It is exciting, isn’t<br />
it? Let’s get out of here.” They left the parlor and the cathedral. On<br />
the sidewalk a woman knelt and the cardinal gave her his ring to<br />
kiss. She was, Jody saw, an actress he had seen on television.<br />
Another woman knelt and kissed his ring before they reached the<br />
end of the block. They crossed the street and a third woman knelt<br />
and kissed his ring. For her he wearily made a sign of the cross;<br />
and then they went into a store. The acknowledgment of their<br />
arrival was a matter of seconds. Someone of authority approached<br />
them and asked if the cardinal wanted a private room. “I’m not<br />
sure,” he said. “I’ll leave it up to you. This young man and I have<br />
an important appointment in fifteen minutes. He is not wearing<br />
the right clothes.” “We can manage,” the authority said. Jody was<br />
measured with a tape. “You’re built like a tailor’s dummy,” said<br />
the man. This went to Jody’s head, but he definitely felt that vanity<br />
was out of place in the miracle. Twenty minutes later he walked up<br />
Madison Avenue. His walk was springy—the walk of a man going