Doubt Page #7

and loving hearts.

Goodbye, son.

Happy holidays.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

God bless you.

Good bye.

- Sister James, welcome back.

- Thank you, Sister.

- You were missed. How is your brother?

- Better. Much better.

I'm very glad. I prayed for him.

It was good to get away.

I needed to see my family.

Then I'm glad you did it.

And Father Flynn is gone.

Yes.

So you did it. You got him out.

Yes.

Donald Miller is heartbroken.

Can't be helped. It's just till June.

I don't think Father Flynn

did anything wrong.

- No? He convinced you?

- Yes, he did.

- Did you ever prove it?

- To whom?

- Anyone but yourself?

- Nope.

- But you were sure.

- Yes.

I wish I could be like you.

- Why?

- Because I can't sleep anymore.

Maybe we're not supposed to sleep

so well.

They made Father Flynn

Pastor of Saint Jerome.

Who?

The Bishop appointed Father Flynn

Pastor of Saint Jerome Church and School.

It's a promotion.

You didn't tell them?

Oh, I told our good Monsignor.

I crossed the garden and I told him.

He did not believe it to be true.

Then why did Father Flynn go?

What did you say to make him leave?

That I had called a nun

in his previous parish.

That I had found out his prior

history of infringements.

So you did prove it!

I made no such call.

- You lied?

- Yes.

But if he'd had no such history,

the lie wouldn't have worked.

His resignation was his confession.

He was what I thought he was.

And he's gone.

I can't believe you lied.

In the pursuit of wrongdoing,

one steps away from God.

Of course there is a price.

I see.

Oh, Sister James!

What is it, Sister?

I have doubts!

I have such doubts!

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