The receptionist at the lobby of Opus Day Headquarters was on Avenue
Lexington in New York City was surprised to hear Reverend Arringarosa's voice on the horn.
Did someone leave me any messages? The priest asked him insistently, and his voice sounded loud and tense."
The habit.
Yes, Sir, I'm so glad you called. I tried calling on your lip, but I couldn't find you.
"There. I showed you an urgent prophesy message about a half hour ago. He was relieved to hear that news. Did the caller leave his name?
No, Sir, he only left his number." And the divider factor gave him the number
That's the number of a mare, isn't it?
Yes Sir, Paris number. The caller said it's very important that you call him at
Uh-huh.
Thank you. I've been waiting for this call." Arengarosa quickly cut the connection.
When the switchboard operator hung up, he wondered why Arengarosa was tapping to
That's the limit. The Daily Reverend showed that he would be in New York on the weekends, but his voice was calling from the end of the world. The switchboard guy shook his shoulders. The Reverend Arringarosa has been acting so strange for the last month of the past few months The hanty probably wasn't open when he called me.
The Fiat was approaching the exit of Rome's Chamino Airport. The tutor was trying to get in touch with me, and even though Arenvaarza was unable to take the call, he felt encouraged because he was too close to contact Opus Dei's headquarters directly. It seems that things were going very well in Paris tonight.
And when Arengarosa started hitting the number, he was so excited that he would be a village in Paris.
I'll be on the soil of France before dawn.
There was a plane waiting for him here for his short trip to France. AsCommercial airplanes were not an option at such an hour, especially given the importance of the contents of his package.
"A woman answered in French, the French judicial police department.
Arnaruza felt hesitant. That's not what I meant, you know... Someone left a message for me.
To call this number?
Who, Your Honor? The woman. Your name?
Arregarosa was certain that he should reveal his identity. French judicial police? What's your name, Sir? The woman asked insistently, "Reverend Manuel Arengarros."
A moment, please." The line clicks
After a long wait, another man spoke to him, in a voice yearning for God, I'm happy.
Because I finally got to you, we have a lot to discuss together.
