Fr Anthony invited Moon to Vespers. On the way to the immense church, a replica of a twelfth-century monastic church in France, the two remained silent. "I think he was preparing," Moon said. "I remembered my denim and suspenders. 'My clothes,' I said."

Fr Anthony didn't break stride or turn his head. "How could that matter? But singing on key does. Can you?"

"Never could."

"Don't sing loud then. God doesn't mind. I do."