A PRIEST who is a photographer has taken many pictures of me, even while we attended Mass at a Catholic Church The next Sunday he shows me the slides that look like large old-fashioned photographer's plates, and I see myself in many different poses. I want them all! but Frank says "It is too expensive," so I am to choose only ONE. I leave a note saying "I will be in tomorrow at 11 o'clock." In the meantime the priests return for their Sunday meal. Before they eat, they say Grace: We stand in a circle and photographer PRIEST GENTLY TURNS ME AROUND. (why??)
I return to Frank and Wendy in a Pension; they are also eating, and they don't want to go back to the Catholic Church. I tell them of my encounter and that I will get ALL THE PHOTOS. Frank then says, reluctantly, "O.K."