Vincent, who has spent the past thirty years living in active war and gang zones, who tiptoes quietly and walks without making a noise.
The Swiss Guards has yet to learn how to deal with an able bodied pope who can disappear and reappear without them even noticing. “Good Morning, Fredrick” one guard hears the Pope address him personally. He had no idea His Holiness was even in the room, let alone that he knew his name!
Vincent, who has spent his life working in refugee camps and women’s shelters, so his plate is always near empty because he keeps piling his own food onto other’s.
Tedesco admires this side of him but will never say so out loud. It has become a bonding experience for them both — theological discussions while sharing food.
The sisters of St Vincent de Paul was quicker on the uptake, and has since reimagined the meal courses to ensure The Holy Father eats enough of his own food too. Soup is commonly on the menus in the vatican city.
Vincent, who has buried many of his people, washed their blood of his hands, and helped clean up the crime scenes. He is not afraid of blood.
A sick Cardinal had a nosebleed, and without hesitation Pope Innocent XIV began gently dabbing at the stained cassock with his handkerchief. “There there, we shall get the blood out soon enough. If we’re quick, it won’t even stain your dress.”
Vincent, who’s used to fall asleep anywhere.
The driver parked the car. He was not entirely sure what to do about the sleeping holy father in the back. The Swiss Guard sitting beside him, looked equally confused. A knock on the window woke Innocent XIV up. “Oh, are we there yet? Good morning Cardinal, I’m afraid I fell asleep on the ride here. Do excuse any sleeplines on my face.”
🤍 Vincent Benitez 🤍
