AN UNANSWERED PRAYER

Wilson was just discussing with me whether he will be an Ordinary Saint, or a Patron Saint — of Ants, perhaps — when the postman rang at the door to give him a letter postmarked Vatican City. This was what he'd been waiting for so long.

He tore open the envelope with some trepidation, then quickly read the contents…

Wilson took the news much better than I'd expected, expressing only mild disappointment.
He must have a Plan B...