Father _______ sat next to me again today, I think he was on his way to the mission. Father _______ is a wonderful kind of person. Nice, but not too nice to be imposing. He always starts the conversation by asking how I'm doing, which is rare this age when ninety percent of the people you know are only just ones you pass by from time to time.
It was the second week, early in a day and Father _______ was going about a busy day. He sat next to me and asked how I was doing. I said well, but it was only my second week and I was a still nervous from a new prospective career.
Despite being a member of the clergy, Father ______ hardly ever brings up religion. He knows it a sour subject for some and being a wonderfully nice person, he hopes never to put someone out. He would rather talk baseball and has been a Cardinals fan for as long as he's lived. And I'm sure long after.
He brought up religion on that first meeting in that second week. He asked if I went to church. I replied "no" having only been in town a short time I didn't know where the church was. The conversation was over and only now in recounting it here am I realizing my misunderstanding.
Today he was just worried about the season. I said it seemed pleasant enough.
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