The Church of The Divine Fastbuck
October 26th, 2009
Looking around the small reception room, with its vinyl-topped wooden benches, laden with a great assortment of forms and pamphlets; looking around at the row upon row of religious manuals stacked against the walls, Father Joseph felt troubled. He had failed in his duty. He should have stopped the man somehow, should have guessed what would happen. Now, thanks to his failing, there was a lunatic on the loose in Melbourne: A man dangerous to himself, dangerous to everyone he came in contact
