The Bishop listened closely to the man, nodding his head occasionally. Blake himself found himself questioning the words he said during Mass more and more with each passing year, month, and week. However, that doubt rarely showed in his countenance, and not hint of it at the present moment.
“The grave site of your great grandmother, you say? Of course you're welcome to search the records stored here.”
Moxon waved him forward and encouraged the man to follow with the light touch of his hand on his shoulder.
“May I ask your name, sir? And, if it's not too personal, perhaps your desire to find her resting place?”
He smiled widely and glanced back at him with his ever conspicuous mismatched eyes.