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Falconer 151<br />
intended for his last rites did not disconcert him. There was<br />
nothing on his mind at all and he entered, completely, into the<br />
verbal pavane he had been taught as a youth. “Holy, Holy, Holy,”<br />
he said in a loud and manly voice. “Heaven and earth are full of<br />
Thy Glory. Praise be to Thee, O Lord most high.” When he had<br />
been blessed with the peace that passes all understanding, he said,<br />
“Thank you, Father,” and the priest said, “God bless you, my son.”<br />
But when the youth had left his cell and the block, Farragut began<br />
to shout, “Now, who in hell was that, Walton? Who in hell was<br />
that?”<br />
“It was some do-gooder,” said Walton. “I have to study.”<br />
“But how did he get in? I didn’t ask for a priest. He didn’t do his<br />
thing for anybody else. Why did he pick on me?”<br />
“This place is going to hell,” said Walton. “No wonder they got<br />
riots. They let anybody in. Salesmen. Encyclopedias. Frying pans.<br />
Vacuum cleaners.”<br />
“I’ll write the governor,” said Farragut. “If we can’t get out, why<br />
can everybody get in here? They take your picture, they give you<br />
the Holy Eucharist, they ask your mother’s maiden name.”<br />
He woke late that night. The toilet woke him. He didn’t check the<br />
time. Naked, he went to his window. Bright lights burned on the<br />
drive. A station wagon with its motor running was parked in front<br />
of the main entrance. A ski rack was lashed to the roof. Then he<br />
saw two men and a woman come down the stairs. All three wore<br />
tennis sneakers. They carried an old-fashioned wooden coffin with<br />
a cross painted on its top. It was built to fit some rudimentary<br />
concept of a Byzantine male, with broad, sloping shoulders and a<br />
slender base. Whatever it contained weighed almost nothing.<br />
Lightly they lifted it onto the ski rack, secured it there and drove<br />
away. Farragut returned to bed and slept.<br />
On Sunday afternoon when he came on duty Tiny brought<br />
Farragut half a dozen tomatoes and asked him to take Chicken