SATURDAY MORNING, I visit the Davises at their home. Terry was released from the hospital a couple of days before, and he’s outside with his brothers and sisters when I arrive.
I look at the children playing in the overgrown, leaf and stick-filled yard. They look happy, probably because their brother’s finally home. But the area where they are playing is just not suitable for young children. I must talk to Bill about having the Knights of Columbus do some work around the house, since there’s no telling when or if Rusty will come back to his family.
“Hi, Father Tom,” Terry says, walking up to me. He’s still recovering, so he moves slowly. The bruises on his face are fading, but the plastic surgeon did a good job fixing the damage Rusty did.
“Hi, Terry,” I say. “Playing with your brothers
