“How can you say that about the man we just met? He was a shit.” Gamache laughed. “I don’t disagree. Most of the saints were. St. Ignatius had a police record, St. Jerome was a horrible, mean-spirited man, St. Augustine slept around. He once prayed, ‘Lord, give me chastity, but not just yet.’” Beauvoir snorted. “Sounds like lots of people. So why’s one a saint and someone else just an asshole?” “Can’t tell you that. It’s one of the mysteries.” “Bullshit. You don’t even go to church. What do you really think?” Gamache leaned forward. “I think to be holy is to be human,
