Chapter 18St Luke's
Iris Redding had done the priests proud. Breakfast had been a wonderful concoction of bacon, sausages, fried eggs, tomatoes and hash browns, sufficient, both priests agreed, to feed the two of them and probably half the church choir too. Mrs. Redding, her face bright and cheerful, simply ordered the Fathers to eat as much as they wanted. She'd make up some sandwiches for her husband from the leftovers. Tom Redding would soon be arriving to tend to the gardens and trim the grass around the graves in the churchyard, and bacon and sausage sandwiches would suit him down to the ground for a lunchtime snack.
After she'd cleared away the breakfast pots, she dusted the living room, vacuumed the carpets and then left the priests with a cup of coffee and the morning newspapers
