Yearning Apotheosis (3)

   
   "Yearning Apotheosis (3)"
   
   Sister Cindy, after Mass had found culmination and the Virgin Mary was sincerely invoked by way of the mighty Rosary, sought out the poor, little man known as Britt--the Priest had informed her of him.  She humbly, yet with suavity and cool, approached, as if on a holy mission, near an ivory-white statue of Our Lady outside of the Catholic Church; next, the conversation sparked.

CINDY
You're Britt Flynn--are you not?

BRITT
Yes Sister.  He felt no wolf-like suspicion, only love and arctic cool.

CINDY
I've heard your story; moreover, the torrid tales of your suffering and trauma.  You don't have to be a veteran to be disabled.

BRITT
Are we not all soldiers for Christ?  Is not Saint Michael invoked for exorcism; plus, Saint Joan for strength and steel?

CINDY
You know the Universal Saints--I like you.

BRITT
I like the Trinity--it gives me spiritual fuel to exist.

CINDY
And you will always exist in time and space--Christ is the Author of Life, even before theoretical physicists believed us to be living in a programmed hologram--but it's all synonymous--isn't it?  Now, come have lunch with me.  We can get pizza with anchovies.

BRITT
Fishers of men, huh?  I like it.

   The twosome made their way to a pizza parlor, and Britt got a beer, Sister Cindy not minding.