Twenty-Three
HELEN’S AT THE NOON Mass on Wednesday and comes back to the sacristy while I’m hanging up my robes.
“Any news about Dale?” I ask.
“Yes and no,” she replies guardedly.
“What does that mean?”
“Simply that I have news but not from him personally,” she sighs. “He is not answering his phone. When I had Gladys ping it, it showed him at his parents’ home. However, when I called them and asked to speak to him, they admitted that his phone was there but insisted he left early this morning without saying where he was going. I am thinking about going by there this afternoon to try to talk to them.”
“Mind if I tag along?” I ask, pulling my suit coat on.
“I was going to ask if you could go with me, you know, to sort of smooth the way, get them to talk to me. I get the distinct impre
