There was a very blue sky in Brooklyn. A simple cherry-colored wooden cross, five feet high, seemed to be wandering lonely on the road leading to St. James Cathedral. A man with blond hair pulled back into a ponytail, dressed in a full black suit, was standing, back to back, leaning with his left shoulder against a trunk of a lush tree near the church. The mysterious person awaited the arrival of the large cross, which, as it approached him, turned out to be carried by a man standing at the head of a long procession. When the group of believers arrived within a few meters of the cathedral, there was no longer the presence of the man dressed in black. All the people in the procession entered the large religious structure. On the left side of the nave, there were some nuns sitting on the wooden pew. Behind them the mysterious man dressed in black could still be seen from behind. The sung religious ceremony began…
“GLORIA in excelsis Deo,
et in terra pax hominibus bonæ voluntati.
Laudamus te, benedícimus te, adoramus te…”

But the man was not interested in the mass as he stared at the nuns, especially the youngest of the four, unaware that she was the focus of all his attention.

” … glorificamus te.
Gratias agimus tibi propter magnam gloriam tuam.
Domine Deus, Rex coelestis, Deus Pater omnipotens….”

The man observed the young religious woman and thought about his youthful past.

“.. Domine Fili unigenite, Jesu Christe. Domine Deus, Agnus Dei, Filius Patris tollis peccata mundi, miserere nobis…”

He thought when he went to his butcher uncle’s store as a child. He would watch him butcher whole ox carcasses that he had supplied directly from the slaughterhouse. He would divide the carcass into quarters. He would cut them between the twelfth and thirteenth ribs first with a large sharp knife and then with a meat saw and obtain ribs. Then he would also proceed to divide the carcass from the hind legs (from the most muscular part of the leg he would cut pieces of rump) and cut the muscular part of the abdomen, which he would place on the table; after which he would remove the fat with a sharp knife and cut the sirloin into various sizes to make stews or leave it whole and make steaks out of it…

“Qui tollis peccata mundi, suscipe deprecationem nostram.
Qui sedes ad dexteram Patris, miserere nobis…”

He followed him carefully in his craft, and his uncle, every now and then, allowing himself a few minutes of rest, would sit on a little wall, make him sit on his leg, and touch the tip of his big nose as if it were a trumpet, and smile at him with his big red face.

“Quoniam tu solus Sanctus.
Tu solus Dominus.
Tu solus Altissimus,
Jesu Christe, cum sancto Spiritu; Amen.”

The religious ceremony went into full swing and the man stood up and walked out of the cathedral.
All the people present stood up since there was the reading of the Gospel by the bishop, and the young nun turned her face slightly, behind her back because she felt like she was being watched. But she saw that no one was sitting in the pew.
After a few minutes, the mysterious man’s car proceeded on the Brooklyn Bridge Road. The ultraviolet rays of a high sun were etching the windshield, as if they were projectiles sent by a flogging deity. But the man’s car traveled undaunted on its way to a devilishly dark mission.


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