St. Kevin was kneeling with his arms outstretched to honour God when a bird flew up and built a little nest in his palm. After its children were grown it sold the nest to a developer who turned it into two townhouses, double-brick, priced at seventy-five thousand each.
"Oh, the weight," said St. Kevin.
"What was that?"
"Hush," murmured the real estate agent. "It is the sound of the market talking." He closed his eyes and experienced the rare ecstasy of a new St. Teresa.
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