Packing Greed

“I suspect that was more than a random dream you had last night, my son,” said Father Connolly — adding “and you will certainly have some time to analyze it before you are packing your bags to leave this place.” He smiled as he shook my hand and exited the room.

The room. Yeah. If you look at the back wall you might be fooled into thinking this was some cheap hotel room, maybe a youth hostel single, but the sun is at such an angle that…