Gilt complex

Catching up on leftover bits:

Jerry takes particular pride in his humility and spirituality, but dangle a piece of fancy liturgical vestment in front of him and the incense comes out of his ears in lust. Tunicle envy.

Our friend Gary -- he of the orchids and sweet nature -- is the de facto sacristan of the little church down the street. Handy, because one of his longstanding hobbies has been collecting antique vestments, sometimes rescuing them from thrift shops billing them as perfect material for cutting up into decorative pillows.

So when he went by with the All Souls' Day garb just before Jerry left (one of only two days in the church calendar when black is allowed)
. . . well, that born Southern Baptist just had to try 'em on.