Maybe he knew something, but after pulling blanks with the thick nun, I didn't have much faith in prosecuting Lazarus.
He was a visitor to the Vatican, while the nun lived in it.
There could always be discrepancies and exceptions, but until then, Kitty and her group took a back seat in my mind.
After the Pope said his piece, starting the summit, which was to last until Sunday, he departed, and two groups were formed from those in the hall.
The first group was made up of the religious representatives and leaders who had come to the Vatican. They were led by a slim, red-faced bishop and guided out of the room, taken to a place where they could discuss more privately with the Pope.
I wasn't sure if the Pope would really hang out with them, but I did feel a bit envious.
