Ten
“OOOO, WOULD YOU LOOK at that!”
“It’s so gorgeous!”
“You say it was his mother’s ring? How romantic!”
“Were you surprised? Did he get down on one knee?”
I’m standing with Helen after Mass on Sunday, greeting parishioners as they file out. But today, we’re taking second place to the newly engaged Mae Trent.
“Good morning, Father Tom, Helen,” Miriam says as she scurries—or rather, waddles—past us on her way to the crowd of young women of all ages jockeying to see The Ring and hear The Story.
“Father Tom, Helen,” Dan says, looking at the sight. Catherine is clutching his hand, while Max, JP, and Andrew are—well, nowhere to be seen. But since Dan doesn’t appear concerned, I choose to believe all is well and they’re at the playground or something.
“Hi, Miss Helen,” Catherine says, “
