“Wednesday was Episcopalian. Not Catholic, not Protestant. Not really a chaplain, some say. He was rumored to’ve faked his own ordination. In any case, he tried to take over runnin’ the place. He had this thing called a D.Min. Sounds like ‘demon’ to me.” “I know what that is,” Terah interrupted. “It’s kind of a sham degree offered by seminaries so ministers can call themselves ‘Rev. Dr.’ It’s a ‘doctorate’ without having to do the level of work required for a Ph. D. or even a Th. D. The people that study for them generally don’t have the intellectual ability to be called ‘doctor’ any other way.” Mich looked thoughtful in the light of the fire. Terah had no idea what time it was. Without work, time was arbitrary. “That makes sense,” Mich mused. “From what I’ve read he didn’t act like a professor.” “You don’t need to cut them an...
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