Where the Dark Streets Go
“The streets looked cleaner, and somehow there was more sky. Father McMahon did not go to the hospital: he could not, for the monsignor was not feeling well and asked McMahon to sing the high Mass at eleven-thirty. McMahon welcomed it as an act of God, lifting him out of the slough of despair. Afterwards he walked to the river and back and then fixed his own breakfast in the kitchen. He was hungrier than he had thought he would be, and felt unburdened, almost as though his failure with the Phela...ns had humbled him in a way that was pleasing to God. It remained now for some enlightenment to come upon him in the freshness of his spirit. And for that he offered up the afternoon’s concert.
The monsignor managed to rise from his sickbed and Miss Lalor wore her Easter hat. Half the parish turned out, and neighborhood people who, having been persuaded to buy tickets, used them. Considering the fact that he and his girls were playing opposite the first Met double-header of the season, McMahon accepted the number of men in the audience as a tribute—to the girls.MoreLess
The monsignor managed to rise from his sickbed and Miss Lalor wore her Easter hat. Half the parish turned out, and neighborhood people who, having been persuaded to buy tickets, used them. Considering the fact that he and his girls were playing opposite the first Met double-header of the season, McMahon accepted the number of men in the audience as a tribute—to the girls.MoreLess
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