Chapter 2

Pastor brimark was hungry,

glancing at his watch and counting every minute that passed, standing on the stairs of the church he took a deep sigh as he walked towards the his desk.

picking up a note and scribbling some important details.

He turned switching the lights of and slamming the door of the church he walked into his office.

The church was located at one of Italy's most remote and beautiful hill town's, Montecastello di peglia rested on a dome of rock a thousand feets above the churches plain .

Being the only one at the church the pastor was lonely and tired, he had skipped breakfast for a church service, it was a short service from 6 to 10 in the morning, but the church was closed only at nine and if he closed a bit to early he'd be labeled as bad, the church was a small wooden box probably 7 feets tall the floor was tiled with bright blue marble tiles, but had very little or no light at all the only available illumination was the candle lights that stood at each end of the church pastor brimark had been sent from Rome to extend the church, he was barely 47 and wasn't married at the period.

He was more of suspect than a priest here in Italy, the only place people showed love for him was at the services and functions the people would fall sometimes to the pastor's amazement

sometimes they'd pretend to be filled the holy ghost

and all the time it was funny to him.

But not now, not at that moment at that moment they were eating and he wasn't,

a soft breeze turned at the corner and took him prisoner with the smell of baking bread, grilled meat and lemon juice, Hot olive oil,

but he had to ignore it,

with a sigh the pastor turned from the Piazza and slipped back into his office the building was a wooden sculpture with shallow stairs and a narrow door that lead to his bed room and then there was the visitors room and he had no visitors,

except the rats and cockroaches that built holes at every sightable corner of the house.

Walking into the bathroom he heaved a loud sigh pulling his suit off and sprinkling water on his face he looked into the mirror, he could see the scar he had gotten 27 years ago,

The first time he had been to Hollywood,

he sighed pulling of his cheap trousers and the rest of his clothes, slipping into the bath tub and resting his head against the edge of the tub, he switched the shower on and watched as water filled the already clogged tub.

Slipping on a ref shirt and jean shorts he glanced at his wrist watch it was 2:35 in the afternoon, the church had to be reopened by six and closed again by nine.

He took one last look at the mirror as he stepped out of his apartment shutin the door behind him.

The sun outside was scorching tho it was a short walk from the church to the Piazza, he could feel the sweat wandering about he's back,

he took a seat few feets away From the counter,

as a waiter walked up to him,

" may I take ur order " he asked,

" I'd like this" he said pointing at the menu in his hand.

the waiter walked away with the order as the pastor waited quietly for his order