Rev. Sister Agnes' Tales From Hess Island: Tales of of Hess Island, #1

By Rudolf de Passe

After mass, Rev. Father Paul invites Rev. Sister Agnes to visit his lodge at St. James Church on Hess Island. From one harmless visit to another, Sister Agnes is soon washing Rev. Father Paul's clothes. Prompted by another Reverend Sister who knew Father Paul very well, Mother Superior intervenes and Father Paul is transferred before he could give Sister Agnes a private baptism. Three years after, Father Paul and Sister Agnes meet again in Boston. This time, Rev. Sister Agnes did not escape a private baptism. And thereafter, her eyes opened and she screamed: Me too.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Irokopost Books
• Release date: Jan 28, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386971047

Rudolf de Passe

Rudolf de Passe is a pen name of American writer who lives in New York City.

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Love stole my prayer beads and gave me poetry and song.

-Rumi

Dedication

To all the sisters who have endured in total silence.

Copyright © 2018 by Rudolf de Passe

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The first time Father Paul asked me to follow him to Bishop Shanahan Lodge after Sunday Mass, my right leg got entangled with my left and I tripped. He stretched his long arms and caught me before I could hit the red soil of Hess Island. A wide smile on his face wiped off my embarrassment. As we made our way to the brick rectory, we passed what looked like a guard of honor mounted by lilies and hibiscus flowers. The scent of spring all around us made me feel I was on the road to Zion. It was soothing to my restless soul. The designers of the church's walkway must have had a moment like this in mind.

Paul had always appeared angelic in my eyes. But that day,