She sat on a red velvet chair and sipped at her wine as I entered, kneeling in front of her and waiting. Soon after, though, a large and very well-bui...t man entered.He was naked, save for a leather pouch around his genitals and a latex mask covering his face. He walked in behind me and stood attentively at my rear. "Don't mind Cale, he's my number one. Always good to have protection." She looked him up and down and giggled as she took another sip. "It's just a bonus if they're eye candy too." I. ”Rozella shrugged with a smile. “You forget. I am a photographer. I observe people to capture them on film.... I... how do you say....I read them. I have an eye for nuances; body language; the little signs by which a person betrays their mood and thoughts. You are not very good at hiding those things Miranda. You are a liar but not a very good one!”Miranda shook her head in exasperation. “This conversation is absurd! What possible evidence can you have for calling me a liar?”“Because your words. ‘You know this evening we have the Christmas procession?’ ‘Yes, Helen. I know. I used to be part of it.’ I had been until about five years ago. I had the major role of Father Christmas on an illuminated float. The procession went to all nine churches in our town as a mobile version of the service of nine lessons and carols. One lesson was read outside each church, a carol was sung, and the procession moved on to the next church. The procession ended in the town square and Father Christmas. We all hear the voices, but when we look around—there’s no one there.”The Pope said, “Get out of my sight until you can start giving me worthwhile information.”Once the guard had left, the Pope was visibly upset as he broke the cross he had been holding.The snap of the wooden cross made the Cardinal pause and reconsider what he was going to say, before eventually just saying, “It’s that King guy. He can do things that are impossible for normal people. Maybe he is a god of some sort?”The Pope.