Excerpt from the Sunnyvale Collection Waiting For An Open Bed An Excerpt From A Book You'll Never Read Chapter 7 Father Rockerfeller hurried through the foyer, meeting Laura near a door halfway down the long corridor. "Is it bad?" the priest said. "He's getting worse, Father. He can't be giving advice to Congressional Committees in this condition. Do you think prayers will help or do we take more drastic steps?" "The Church is rather backwards on these matters. Seeing is believing." "Then look for yourself," Laura said. She jerked open the double doors. "I can't stand it." Father Rockerfeller stepped inside and the doors slammed behind him. A shaft of dying sunlight played on the dark wood desk, hiding the possessed one sitting in the gloom behind it. The priest felt a chill. The room was cold. Or was it a lack of faith on his part? No, his faith was strong. Yet, he saw steamy breath drifting i...
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