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"What thing in El Salvador?"

"There was a war," Claire began, her face wearing an inscrutable expression "The Jesuits had a school there They weren’t part of the war But that didn’t stop thewho?"

Claire looked Eleanor straight in the eyes

"The Jesuit priests Six of them" Claire wiped a tear off her cheek "Elle, they killed thehter … Moht the Neeek that had a story on it I still have the article--‘Bloodbath in El Salvador’ November 16, 1989"

Eleanor couldn’t speak, couldn’t think All she could do was stare into the vision of Søren on his knees, a un pointed at the back of his head

"They call the Jesuits ‘God’s Army,’ ‘God’s Marines,’ ‘God’s Soldiers’ And the Jesuits take that seriously They go to work in the erous parts of the world, and soed Frater to quit He said God wanted him to be a priest That was the end of that"

"He’s in Connecticut now He should be safe there"

"Yeah, if they let him stay there They can send hiet him to quit Maybe you can"

Eleanor didn’t have the heart to tell Claire not only couldn’t she make Søren leave the priesthood, but she’d also proht o’clock that evening the guests had left and one to their bedroo the bedroom Claire and Søren staked out the music room and Eleanor ate ice crearand piano

"It’s in C," Søren instructed Claire, and played a few notes for her

"I don’t like C Everything’s in C"