The Wedding Vow Part 3

By Stephen Shypitka

Let no man tear asunder.
Spurred on by a spitfire nun, Father Mackenzie, a staunchly conservative Roman Catholic priest finds himself at odds with his parish and his faith when his former altar boy returns desirous to be married in their Pennsylvania township.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stephen Shypitka
• Release date: Apr 11, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005142421

Stephen Shypitka

Stephen's eBooks have sold across 4 continents in Australia, Canada, Denmark, France, Germany, Jamaica, Netherlands, New Zealand, Poland, Romania, Switzerland the UK and the US. His online success has allowed his work to be noticed, read and savoured with his fiction for our times that turns heads, crosses genres and connects us all. Stephen was born in British Columbia, Canada an alumnus of USC film school in Los Angeles, he has taught the craft and loves to travel.

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The Wedding Vow

By Stephen Shypitka

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Dedication

For all who are currently denied this Holy sacrament.

Your time is at hand.

CONTENTS PART III

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

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Chapter 9

Mary gathered up the plates. The ham half ate still left in the centre. Near an untouched place setting.

That's funny. Father Mackenzie smiled almost to himself.

What? Murray asked interested.

‘Eleanor Rigby’ just popped into my head.

I used to love The Beatles. Murray reminisced. When I first was seeing Mary, they were ‘it.’

Mary smiled. Overhearing as she continued to clear the dining room table.

I used to loathe that song. Father Mackenzie confessed. Now I accept it for what it is, not an admonition of my failures, but one hell of a string arrangement.

Murray laughed.

The two men stood at the giant picture window watching the sky.

Perhaps we get a gust? Murray noticed.

If it’s not to much trouble. Give me some dippy to go. Father Mackenzie shouted back.

Already done. She returned from the kitchen.

Bless you. Father Mackenzie said half-joking then with a confession of his own. I love dippy bread.

Murray smiled.

I'm sorry about Brendan. He winced.

An eye on the empty table setting.

It's not your fault. Mackenzie offered.

He's usually quite good about these things. Never misses Sunday dinner and I know he's quite fond of you. Murray with a glance Mackenzie’s way.

And I him. Father Mackenzie stared straight on. Old iron horse himself. He turned with a knowing look back to Murray.

Did you? Murray began. Deny him the sacrament?

Mackenzie exhaled.

Mary appeared from the kitchen wiping her hands with a dishtowel from her shoulder. Waiting for Father Mackenzie's answer.

That might explain his boycott, wouldn't it? Father Mackenzie suggested.

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