“Harry,” he said, “over the years, I’ve talked to you many times about coming to church.” “Endlessly,” I said. He nodded cheerfully. “And the invitation is a standing one. But all I’ve ever wanted for you was to help you develop in your faith.” “I’m not sure how much Catholicism I’ve got to develop,” I said. Michael waved a hand. “Not religion, Harry. Faith. Faith isn’t all about God, or a god, you know.”
