Loved Then, Love Now: The Execution

The Execution On the night of the execution a man at the doormistook me for the coroner. “Press”, I said.  But he didn’t understand. He led me into the wrong roomwhere the sheriff greeted me: “You’re late Padre.”  “You’re wrong,” I told him. “I’m Press.” “Yes. Of course, Reverent Press.” We went down a stairway.  “Ah, […]