The sun rose in a pristine sky and banished the bitter cold as though it had never existed. “A glorious morning,” Gregor said in greeting. “Let us hope it is truly the arrival of spring.” “Katya said that I should wish you a happy Name’s Day,” Jeffrey said. “She is only giving us a couple of minutes alone. She is impatient to see you herself.” Gregor ushered Jeffrey inside. “There is a saying that when it is pretty on Saint Gregor’s morn, winter has been banished to the depths of the sea, and spring has truly begun.” “When you talk about things like the saints, it makes me feel as if I’m coming from a totally different world.” Jeffrey accepted his glass of tea with a nod of thanks. “Does it bother you that I’m a Baptist?” “My dear boy, the only thing that concerns me is whether or not Christ will know you when the day of reckoning arrives.”
