After All
         
          After my last report, I honestly thought my story was done on this wretched priest. Completed, tossed aside, unworthy of a proper ending. I had seen too much and yet not enough at the same time. Some pieces don't deserve to be finished, and I assumed this one would be one of them....but it seems as if I must complete this story for some reason beyond my knowledge. It followed me all the way to Northern Mexico...
         Just last week I had been assigned to go with several colleagues to Northern Mexico to cover some breaking action over some bandits that had escaped a local prison. On my way to meet with the town's mayor, I passed by a nice neighborhood. I thought nothing of it until I saw someone lounging on a veranda and, trying to be amiable, offered him a friendly wave. He smiled and waved back, but then froze, his face expressionless. You guessed-it was the priest. I gave him a look of contempt and disgust before walking away.
        How DARE HE! Just weeks ago I followed him to a town where people were being taken hostage over his "absence"  and his child was starving and angry at her absentee father. The nerve of this man, to sit in luxury and let people die over his nonappearance was both appalling and sickening. At the point, I was thrilled that I had dropped his story. People can learn for themselves first-hand that pride is the only device keeping this drunkard afloat. 
       Unfortunately, I ran into the priest AGAIN in the town square where he was found baptizing babies, brandy in hand, bargaining with a young mother over the baptism price. Fully shameless. For a split second we shared eye contact, but this time he was the one who walked away in shame. 
       I returned back to my regular report base here in Mexico several days ago, and I haven't personally seen the whiskey priest since our last awkward encounter. However, I did hear the infamous "gringo" did pass away, and that the whiskey priest was thrown in jail permanently. The chief Lieutenant did comment that the priest's trial takes place tomorrow in a neighboring village. The outcome does not look bright.
      For those of you who have been patient enough to track with me on this story, I sincerely thank you for caring enough to read. This is Bethany Sontag reporting, over and out.