The forwarded email was quite concerning and warranted a better understanding of whathadoccurred, since it threatened the privacy and due process afforded students before the Board.
Afterward, Bartholomew told himself that whathadoccurred must surely be no more than a mood of petulance, an eruption from his half-stifled impatience with the embroidery and frills that dressed the simplicity of truth, with the invasive, sentimental stories that somehow made faith easier, and the hymns he hated.