Chapter 35 Losing One's Faith

• We drank to our hearts’ content in silence as we waited for Varick’s return. Phineas gave me time to mourn and I appreciated his way of letting me drown to my sorrow, drinking what was once a banal existence to my nunhood.
• Varick showed up, entering the wine cellar and his expression changed to that of a somber look as he stared at the collection of the finest liquor.
• “I am going to have them disposed of.”