NOT LONG AFTER RECEIVING Helen’s text, Anna walks into my office with a cup of coffee.
“That’s such good news about Terry Davis,” she says.
Taking a sip of the much needed restorative, I nod. “A real answer to prayer. Bridget was so concerned about brain damage, but at least right now there doesn’t seem to be any.”
“That’s so good to hear.” Anna pauses, then says, “Tom, about Deacon Roderick.”
I sit up and put my coffee cup down. “Is there a problem?”
“Oh, no, of course not,” Anna says. “He’s making the transition to the parish well. I’ve heard no complaints.”
“I’m still glad you made the suggestion to the Archbishop. He’s really proven helpful, not just at the altar, but with the visits. Apparently, he managed to charm Gloria MacMillan.”
“He must be some kind of magician if he can
