Chuck's office is in the basement of Saint James's Church, where Chuck has just disclosed that he is a regular attender, even though he is Roman Catholic and not Anglican.
"I have no intention of converting", he says, as he makes us a fresh pot of coffee. "We're the only ones present today."
"I used to attend here", say I. "Quite regularly."
"Yes, the special effects of Anglo -Catholic liturgy are something phenomenal", he says.
"I wouldn't mind checking this place out sometime", says Francois as he relaxes into a beat up armchair, and I into the other one. Chuck is perched on the corner of the desk.
"This place has become something of a refuge for me", says Chuck. "And I have free access to the church, so any time I want to run upstairs for a little quiet devotional time...I feel very spoiled here." He attends to the coffee, leaping off the desk like a manic squirrel, and says, "How long ago were you coming here?"
"I was a regular attender for a while, then off and on," and suddenly I remember seeing Chuck here, just last year, several times, yet never made the connection...
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