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352She removed the coat and laid it over the back of a chair, careful to ensure the long knife didn%u2019t slide out to clang down onto the floor. They went out through the back door to the large building at the foot of the garden. Harry went in and turned on the light and she followed. What she saw took her breath away and hit her consciousness like a grenade going off inside her skull. She got them all immediately. The paintings were a veiled celebration of raw, untethered sexual encounter. It was not obvious. It was hidden, only crying out to those who somehow saw it as clear as they would see a sunrise.Harry pointed, %u201cShe was working on this one as she became worse with her illness.%u201dThe painting was huge. An angel had descended and was by a nearnaked female in a torn, shredded dress, who was tied to a jagged rock, bleeding from cuts on her body, and with her legs wide open. The angel was on his knees with his head between her legs and licking her. Betty realised the painting was one of bondage desire. The woman%u2019s face was in ecstasy.%u201cWas your wife very religious, Harry?%u201d She asked him.%u201cYes, in many ways. She did a lot to help out in the local church. Linda got on well with the vicar there, Vicar David Bailey*3. He proved to be a real saint as Linda became worse and was confined to bed to stop her wandering and to give me time off. My visits to the pub for a few beers once or twice a week was only possible through his good work, as he came over and sat with her in her bedroom and read to her.%u201d%u201cMay I ask you a very personal question, Harry?%u201d Betty said.%u201cYes, of course. It might be Insanity*3 Vicar David Bailey from book 6Chapter 2: Religious Art