Jerome L. McElroy

The Two Sons From end to end across the rough-cut dressing table the angry prelate stacked complaints papering the pristine vestments documenting his so-called "errors of interpretation" highlighted in crimson ink like a litany of sins. "You take excessive liberities with the sacred word of God." The slight emaciated curate shouldering a thread-bare stole flashed his blazing chestnut eyes: "The gospels are the only portrait of perfection in the flesh. The exegetes and theologues have had their chance for centuries.…