: About Me

The Grey Widow The air was crisp and chilly. Fall was definitely here. However, this was not Father Tom Romans' favorite time of year, he preferred the warm days of summer, but a least it was not raining. Thick cotton like clouds hung in a bright blue sky. A faint smell of dried leaves mingled with antiseptic hung in the air around the hospital parking lot. Father Tom shivered a little with the chill, and a little of something else. Father Tom felt a touch of dread lingering in his spirit, but he tried to shrug it off as he pulled his heavy black overcoat tighter around his thin body. Sinc...