"Elmore Leonard - pagan babies" - читать интересную книгу автора (Leonard Elmore)

the guy to the conseiller at the sector office and promise to testify
at the trial."

The man who hadn't killed anyone yet said, "Fatha, when is that
happen? I read in lrnvaho they have one hundred twenty-four


thousand in prisons waiting for trials. In how many years will it be for
this man that kill my family? lmvaho say two hundred years to try all
of them."

Terry said, "Is the guy bigger than you are?"

"No, he's Hum."

"Walk up to the guy," Terry said, "and hit him in the mouth as hard
as you can, with a rock. You'll feel better. Now make a good Act of
Contrition for anything you might've done and forgot about." Terry
could offer temporary relief but nothing that would change their lives.

Penitents would kneel on a prie-dieu and see his profile through a
framed square of cheesecloth mounted on the kneeler: Fr. Terry
Dunn, a bearded young man in a white cassock, sitting in a wicker
chair. Sideways to the screen he looked at the front yard full of brush
and weeds and the road that came up past the church from the village
of Arisimbi. He heard Confession usually once a week but said Mass,
in the school, only a few times a year: Christmas Day, Easter Sunday
and when someone died. The Rwandese Bishop of Nyundo, nine
miles up the road, sent word for Fr. Dunn to come and give an account
of himself.

He drove there in the yellow Volvo station wagon that had belonged to the priest before him and sat in the bishop's office among
African sculptures and decorative baskets, antimacassars in bold star
designs on the leather sofa and chairs, on the wall a print of the Last
Supper and a photograph of the bishop taken with the pope. Terry
had worn his cassock. The bishop, in a white sweater, asked him if he
was attempting to start a new sect within the Church. Terry said no,
he had a personal reason for not acting as a full-time priest, but would
not say what it was. He did tell the bishop, "You can contact the order
that runs the mission, the Missionary Fathers of St. Martin de
Porres in Bay St. Louis, Mississippi, and ask to have me replaced; but


if you do, good luck. Young guys today are not breaking down the
door to get in the seminary."

This was several years ago. Terry left the bishop shaking his head
and was still here on his own.