“Daytona Beach.”
WHEN THEY WERE settled in the living room, Noah retrieved the cordless telephone and dialed his uncle. He turned the speaker on, and they heard a woman’s voice say, “Hello.”
“Hi, Aunt Sally, it’s Noah. Can I speak to Uncle Joe, please?”
“Sure,” she said.
There was a pause.
“Hello.”
“Uncle Joe, it’s Noah. I have some news for you about the funeral.”
“What?”
“We will have it at your church, provided the rector of St. Patrick’s can conduct the service. The rector of my church will assist. We think that’s a fair compromise.”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“My pastor has already spoken to Father DeVaney at St. Patrick’s, and I’ll be calling him in the morning.”
“What can I do?”
“Father DeVaney says he has a good relationship with your preacher, but it might be nice if you coul
