Thirteen
“SHE’S NOT AT THE RECTORY,” I say, pocketing my phone. “I think she told me she had some shopping to do.”
Helen sighs. “It’s just as well. I’m starving.”
We’re sitting at a table in The Bistro, looking at a couple of menus. We agreed when we left her office that it’d be better if we told Anna about her grandmother on a full stomach.
Besides, today is a perfect day for tomato bisque and grilled cheese.
“Have you decided—oh, Father Tom!” I look up from my menu and see Gwen from the library standing there, her pen poised above an order pad.
“Gwen? I didn’t know you worked here?” I say.
“Yeah, well, I just started this week,” she says. “You know, Myer’s kinda on the pricey side and the job at the library doesn’t quite cover my living expenses. I got tired of Cup-of-Noodles for
