Francis' heart calmed after hearing that Radar's injury wasn't real, but he felt a tinge of guilt. He entered the mess tent, smiling when he saw Radar sitting
at the table.
"Is anyone sitting here?"
"Um, no, have a seat, Father."
"Thank you. May I speak to you?"
"Sure."
"This afternoon, while we were playing ball.."
"Oh, wasn't that great? I fooled everyone!"
Francis nodded. "I really thought I'd hurt you and it's been troubling me ever since."
"But I'm fine! See?" Radar said, pointing to his nose.
"Thank the Lord for that."