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stepped into the foyer. "You have a lovely parish, Father," Sanders' noted in a heavy voice that matched his dark demeanor.
"Thank you, Brother Sanders." Tyree secured the door then led them down the main hallway to his office. "I'll pass your compliment on to our preservation committee. They take great pride in Saint Christopher's classic architectural style, and work hard to maintain it; ah here we are."
He ushered the Seekers inside then gently closed the door, directing them to have a seat in one of the chairs sitting in front of his desk. "Would either of you care for some coffee?" He pointed to the small pot resting on a service cart under the office's one window. "It's some of Trader Joe's finest?"
Both men accepted, and Tyree poured them each a cup. He replaced the pot on the cart then settled his lean frame into his chair after straitening the folds of his sweatshirt. Unlike so many of his contemporaries, Tyree rarely dressed in the traditional suits and collar often associated with his profession. He felt such attire erected unnecessary walls of formality between himself and the members of the church and surrounding community that often called upon him for advice and guidance. "Now then, where would you like to begin?"
"Cardinal Tullis already briefed us on the nature of the Manifestation," Quinlan said, after taking a cautious sip of his coffee. "What we need from you is some personal information on Miss Delcielo so we can have a better understanding of the type of person we're dealing it."
Tyree chuckled. "Not a problem." He then gave the Seekers a brief but concise description of Nina, both on a personal and professional level.
"Miss Delcielo appears to be an extremely motivated woman," Quinlan remarked when Tyree had finished, taking another sip of his coffee.
"Indeed she does," Sanders agreed, enjoying a more generous swallow of his. "And you say she's steadfast in her rejection of the spiritual world?"
"Of the religious world," Tyree corrected. "Nina believes in God, but not in established religions. She feels they're just a subtle form of governmental control."
A regretful sigh escaped Quinlan's lips. "To some degree she's right. In many cultures the religious infrastructure is the driving force of oppression. That type of exploitation is one of the main reasons the world is in such spiritual disrepair."
Tyree responded with a snort. "It's definitely the cause of Nina's disillusionment. I've been trying for years to convince her that the Catholic Diocese isn't the oppressive regime she's making it out to be. So far I've had no luck. That woman can be downright stubborn when she wants to be."
Sanders focused sharply on the minister's face. "The two of you are close?"
"Very. We grew up together."
Sanders' eyes narrowed slightly. "I see." He set his cup down on one of the coasters Tyree had laid out on the front of his desk then focused on the Minister's face. "And has there ever been a time when the two of you were, how shall we say; more than friends?"
"What type of question is that?" Tyree demanded, rising angrily from his seat.
"Please do not take offense, Father," Quinlan calmly interjected. "When proving the legitimacy of a suspected Manifestation, we also have to determine the reliability of the source. In order to do that, we have to account for any personal bias that could possibly cloud the claimant's judgment; such as an emotional or sexual bond with the subject."
Tyree's aggravation abated. "I guess I can understand that." He eased back into his chair then leveled cool eyes on Sanders. "And in answer to your question: Yes. Nina and I were romantically involved for a number of years, however that aspect of our relationship ended once I received the Lord's calling."
Sanders nodded, unperturbed the minister's lingering hostility. "Based on your continued friendship I take it the dissolution of your romance was an amicable one."
Tyree held the man's eyes for another moment, taking note
"Thank you, Brother Sanders." Tyree secured the door then led them down the main hallway to his office. "I'll pass your compliment on to our preservation committee. They take great pride in Saint Christopher's classic architectural style, and work hard to maintain it; ah here we are."
He ushered the Seekers inside then gently closed the door, directing them to have a seat in one of the chairs sitting in front of his desk. "Would either of you care for some coffee?" He pointed to the small pot resting on a service cart under the office's one window. "It's some of Trader Joe's finest?"
Both men accepted, and Tyree poured them each a cup. He replaced the pot on the cart then settled his lean frame into his chair after straitening the folds of his sweatshirt. Unlike so many of his contemporaries, Tyree rarely dressed in the traditional suits and collar often associated with his profession. He felt such attire erected unnecessary walls of formality between himself and the members of the church and surrounding community that often called upon him for advice and guidance. "Now then, where would you like to begin?"
"Cardinal Tullis already briefed us on the nature of the Manifestation," Quinlan said, after taking a cautious sip of his coffee. "What we need from you is some personal information on Miss Delcielo so we can have a better understanding of the type of person we're dealing it."
Tyree chuckled. "Not a problem." He then gave the Seekers a brief but concise description of Nina, both on a personal and professional level.
"Miss Delcielo appears to be an extremely motivated woman," Quinlan remarked when Tyree had finished, taking another sip of his coffee.
"Indeed she does," Sanders agreed, enjoying a more generous swallow of his. "And you say she's steadfast in her rejection of the spiritual world?"
"Of the religious world," Tyree corrected. "Nina believes in God, but not in established religions. She feels they're just a subtle form of governmental control."
A regretful sigh escaped Quinlan's lips. "To some degree she's right. In many cultures the religious infrastructure is the driving force of oppression. That type of exploitation is one of the main reasons the world is in such spiritual disrepair."
Tyree responded with a snort. "It's definitely the cause of Nina's disillusionment. I've been trying for years to convince her that the Catholic Diocese isn't the oppressive regime she's making it out to be. So far I've had no luck. That woman can be downright stubborn when she wants to be."
Sanders focused sharply on the minister's face. "The two of you are close?"
"Very. We grew up together."
Sanders' eyes narrowed slightly. "I see." He set his cup down on one of the coasters Tyree had laid out on the front of his desk then focused on the Minister's face. "And has there ever been a time when the two of you were, how shall we say; more than friends?"
"What type of question is that?" Tyree demanded, rising angrily from his seat.
"Please do not take offense, Father," Quinlan calmly interjected. "When proving the legitimacy of a suspected Manifestation, we also have to determine the reliability of the source. In order to do that, we have to account for any personal bias that could possibly cloud the claimant's judgment; such as an emotional or sexual bond with the subject."
Tyree's aggravation abated. "I guess I can understand that." He eased back into his chair then leveled cool eyes on Sanders. "And in answer to your question: Yes. Nina and I were romantically involved for a number of years, however that aspect of our relationship ended once I received the Lord's calling."
Sanders nodded, unperturbed the minister's lingering hostility. "Based on your continued friendship I take it the dissolution of your romance was an amicable one."
Tyree held the man's eyes for another moment, taking note
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