'What do you mean, 'not very hopeful'?' She set down the coffee cup, frowning anxiously.
He dipped into his pocket and extracted the vial, holding it out to show Chris. 'See this?'
She nodded.
'I told her it was holy water,' Karras explained. 'And when I started to sprinkle her with it, she reacted very violently.'
'So?'
'It's not holy water. It's ordinary tap water.'
'So maybe some demons just don't know the difference.'
'You really believe there's a demon inside her?'
'I believe that there's something inside of Regan that's trying to kill her, Father Karras, and whether it knows piss from water doesn't seem to have very much to do with it all, don't you think? I mean, sorry, but you asked my opinion!' She tamped out her cigarette. 'What's the difference between holy water and tap water anyway?'
'Holy water's blessed.'
'Mazel tov, Father; I'm happy for it! So what are you telling me, meantime---no exorcism?'
'Look, I've only just begun to dig into this,' Karras said heatedly. 'But the Church has criteria that have to be met, and they have to be met for a very good reason: keeping clear of the superstitious garbage that people keep pinning on her year after year! I give you 'levitating priests,' for example, and statues of the Blessed Mother that supposedly cry on Good Fridays and feast days. Now I think I can live without contributing to that!'
'Would you like a little Librium, Father?'
'I'm sorry, but you asked my opinion.'
'I got it.'
He was reaching for the cigarettes.
'Me too,' Chris said huskily.
He extended the pack. She took one. He popped one in his mouth and lit both. They exhaled with audible sighs and slumped around the table.
'I'm sorry,' he told her softly.
'Those nonfilter cigarettes'll kill ya.'
He toyed with the cigarette packet, crinkling cellophane. 'Here are the signs that the Church might accept. One is speaking in a language that the subject has never known before. Never studied. I'm working on that one. With the tapes. We'll see. Then there's clairvoyance, although nowadays telepathy or ESP might nullify that one.'
'You believe in that stuff?' She frowned skeptically.
He looked at her. She was serious, he decided. He continued. 'And the last one is powers beyond her ability and age. That's a catchall. Anything occult.'
'Well, now, what about those poundings in the wall?'
'By itself, it meals nothing.'
'And the way she was flying up and down off the bed?'
'Not enough.'
'Well, then, what about these things on her skin?'
'What things?'
'I didn't tell you?'
'Tell me what?'
'Oh, it happened at the clinic,' Chris explained. 'There were---well...' She traced a finger on her chest. 'You know, like writing? Just letters. They'd show up on her chest, then disappear. Just like that.'
Karras frowned. 'You said 'Letters.' Not words?'
'No, no words. Just an M once or twice. Then an L.'
'And you saw this?' he asked her.
'Well, no. But they told me.'
'Who told you?'
'The doctors at the clinic. Look, you'll see it in the records. It's for real.'
'Yes, I'm sure. But again, that's a natural phenomenon.'
'Where? Transylvania?' Chris said, incredulous.
Karras shook his head. 'No, I've come across cases of that in the journals. There was one, I remember, where a prison psychiatrist reported that a patient of his---an inmate---could go into a self-induced state of trance and make the signs of the zodiac appear on his skin.' He made a gesture at his chest. 'Made the skin raise up.'
'Boy, miracles sure don't come easy with you, do they?'
