Consistory: Dead or Alive?

Early this morning, the Roman capital of ecclesiastical gossip -- Hint: not the Vatican -- was abuzz with spec that a consistory would be announced tomorrow.

For the life of me, I don't believe it. And I want new red hats just as bad as anyone else does, because it means I'll have an extra-good excuse to head back, which I can't wait to do -- even if it means having to repeatedly run away from Gessica and her emphatic invitations to "see" the bed where John XXIII slept.

You couldn't make it up if you wanted to.

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