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The
midmorning
sky
still
hung
heavy
with
clouds
as
the
Sistine
Chapel
s
chimney
gave
up
its
first
faint
puffs
of
white
smoke
.
The
pearly
wisps
curled
upward
toward
the
firmament
and
slowly
dissipated
.
Far
below
,
in
St
.
Peter
s
Square
,
reporter
Gunther
Glick
watched
in
reflective
silence
.
The
final
chapter
Chinita
Macri
approached
him
from
behind
and
hoisted
her
camera
onto
her
shoulder
.
"
It
s
time
,
"
she
said
.
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Glick
nodded
dolefully
.
He
turned
toward
her
,
smoothed
his
hair
,
and
took
a
deep
breath
.
My
last
transmission
,
he
thought
.
A
small
crowd
had
gathered
around
them
to
watch
.
"
Live
in
sixty
seconds
,
"
Macri
announced
.
Glick
glanced
over
his
shoulder
at
the
roof
of
the
Sistine
Chapel
behind
him
.
"
Can
you
get
the
smoke
?
"
Macri
patiently
nodded
.
"
I
know
how
to
frame
a
shot
,
Gunther
.
"
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Glick
felt
dumb
.
Of
course
she
did
.
Macri
s
performance
behind
the
camera
last
night
had
probably
won
her
the
Pulitzer
.
His
performance
,
on
the
other
hand
he
didn
t
want
to
think
about
it
.
He
was
sure
the
BBC
would
let
him
go
;
no
doubt
they
would
have
legal
troubles
from
numerous
powerful
entities
CERN
and
George
Bush
among
them
.
"
You
look
good
,
"
Chinita
patronized
,
looking
out
from
behind
her
camera
now
with
a
hint
of
concern
.
"
I
wonder
if
I
might
offer
you
"
She
hesitated
,
holding
her
tongue
.
"
Some
advice
?
"