The Pecock 1381

Jeffrey remains with his arms around the shoulders of his husband, leaning from behind the chair and head bent over his right shoulder as though he is trying to locate a missing coin. "What are you going to do?" says Jesús. And it is clear that they are both struggling to hold it together. "It's going to be one day at a time", sighs George weakly. "One step at a time." "And there is also you Francois", says Jeffrey. "it's only now sinking in how lucky we are to have you here with us. That we needn't go through this alone." "Nor I", he says. "You have also had to leave", says Jesús to Francois. "I broke the seal of confession", he says. "The murderous bastard who slaughtered my father in Rwanda had the nerve to come to me for confession. I refused. And it was something so dark and ugly that I couldn't hold it in", he says, containing himself, but it is clear he is trying not to sputter out the rage that still smoulders. "Those fucking miserable vultures in the Vatican, and the stupid fucking archaic rules they impose on us, the same rules that they break every single fucking day of their blessed hypocrisy." "Thank you, Chris", says Jeffrey", for inviting us to be with you here, in your father's house. "Yes, thank you Chris." says George. "Thank you Chris", echoes Francois." And now it is clear and official. I am baptized "Chris"...