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The Bishop poured another cup of tea and replied to the mail:


Sir,

I am confused. You say do what I can to pay this money to the 'London people'. Who are the London people? Where are they? How do I pay this money to them? And why?

I am confused. I thought that the money, Mrs Mobutu and yourself were coming to here and I could settle all accounts then.

Perhaps you had made arrangements with the late Abbot Tuck but I am not privy to these.

I do not know what photo you talk of. Possibly it also was sent to the Abbot but I have neither the time nor the inclination to sift through every document of his estate. However my immediate financial concern is with the real money, not pictures of it.

Yes, of course I will be giving some of the money to the families of the two Abbots. We also plan to build a small memorial to them behind the monastery. It is to be called the Old Abbots Diehard Memorial Brothel and Alehouse. There was a vote by all the monks and this was selected as the most appropriate memorial to two fine men.

I await you answers to my questions with some urgency as I will be away visiting the Holy See for three weeks from Friday.

The Mother Superior from the convent will be running the monastery in my absence and I would not wish to involve her in this transaction.

Yours ecclesiastically,

Taekes Pawnchek,
Bishop of Chesbord.

“The Mother Superior from the convent will be running the monastery...” he repeated out loud to himself. His mind went back to the manner in which he had been induced to sign that agreement and he blushed. But if he was totally honest, he would admit that he would like her to do it again. But the Mother seemed avoiding him now that she had her signed agreement.

It's like getting married, observed the Bishop wryly.


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