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The Bishop's Dilemma By Chapter 12 Catie Jo Fails to Make a Friend Catie Jo’s life was gradually changing.
She was not just another little girl in the crowd. She was a girl that people
looked twice at wondering what she was thinking. Rumors about her moved
quickly through The other rumors suggested that
she was not healthy, that she needed help and her parents refused to get her
that help. In a small town, it was easy to spread lies and so some people
took it on themselves to make up stories about her. One of the most vocal in
claiming to know things about her and her mental instability was a young man
named Tom Bowers, who was one of the college student confidants of the
Bishop. The Bishop had thrown out a wide net when he had first come to The Bishop took aside those young
men perceived to be prime candidates.
A pitch was made to them showing the potentials for future power that
once were only available to the few were clearly available for almost anyone
who was interested in a priestly vocation. The Bishop presented himself as a
prime example. His faithfulness to the Pope and his superiors had brought him
to the Episcopal Chair and young men who followed his example could reach the
same place. Tom Bowers was one of the young
men who had responded eagerly to this invitation. He was a senior at the
college and he was vulnerable to being attracted to clerical power. He had
grown up next to a seminary in As a future seminarian, he soon
was given a job at the Cathedral and was one of the main servers whenever the
Bishop said When he returned to Carroll, the
sense of authority he had developed over the summer came with him. He took it
upon himself to make Catie Jo his special project. He sought out information
about her. He became involved in working with the religious education classes
and groups in which she was a participant. He watched her comings and goings
with Fr. Hugh. He even tried to listen at the door when she was talking to
the nuncio’s representative. Catie Jo
always made a point to notice him and ask him what he was doing. It seemed
innocent enough on her part, but it drove Tom crazy. He tried not to be
noticed. Anonymous skulking has always been a more attractive proposition. So
when Catie Jo approached him, he always became annoyed. She made him feel
like she was gathering information on him. She asked him about his favorite
saints, and he had found himself telling her about his devotion to Thomas
More, his patron. Later he regretted even mentioning it to her. She had
seemed too interested. When Catie
Jo left the second visit with the Fr Ferro, Tom had almost been caught
leaning against the door as she opened it. He quickly moved down the hallway
pretending to be reading bulletin boards. Catie Jo stood there staring at him
for a moment. She had a sad look on her face. “Tom,”
she said, “it is too bad we can’t be friends.” “Friends,
with you?” he blurted in response. “Yes,
friends,” she replied. “We could be friends and you could see the future is
brighter and better than you imagined it.” Tom was mortified
to have this girl telling him anything about the future. She could not
understand the world he was learning about with the Bishop. “What would you
know about it,” he responded. “Not
much. I only know what Tommy More says.” Tom
Bowers started to gasp, “What are you talking about.” Catie Jo
smiled and said, “He worries about you. It’s like he said once, ‘What does it
profit to lose one’s soul for the whole world, but to lose it for Legendary
Lodge.?’” At that
moment, Tom Bowers made a decision. Part of him felt an attractive humor in
the comment and he could have laughed. Instead, his face turned red and his
heart turned cold. He looked at Catie Jo and he became angry as she turned
from him. How dare she insult him and the Bishop. He
felt justified in seeing her as his enemy and he promised himself he would do
something to stop her. He turned to the open office where Fr. Ferro was on
the phone. He carefully walked to the door and heard Fr Ferro talking to the
nuncio. He was shocked and excited. He almost broke his leg running to his
car to get quickly to the Bishop.
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