Chapter EightThe bell tolls three times and chimed three times over the loud sailboats in the harbor. Mass began and people came in and out of the doors. Emily leaned down on the foot benches praying. She looked up at the cross and held her rosary beads in one hand. The last few people leave. She gently got up to see the elderly priest spot her. He began to move quickly not wanting to be near her. Emily walked over to him immediately.
“Father, will you slow down?” she asked trying to catch up with him.
He slowed down and turned to her, “Emily Cummings, it is never a joy to see you. Something is always up.”
“Father, I came to mass like you have been asking me for years,” she said putting her rosary beads into her purse.
“I know I have, and I am glad you have but it’s not for the reasons
