I looked at Ma and smiled. “Beautiful service,” I said.
She frowned. “You slept through the entire thing.”
I stifled a chuckle. “Exactly.”
She shook her head. She looked over at Dad. So did I. His head was titled back, eyes closed, a bead of drool trickling down his white, bearded chin. He looked like Colonel Sanders after a long day of frying, but at least he wasn’t snoring, which really was a small miracle. She sighed and stood. “I’ll meet you both back at the car,” she said out of the corner of her mouth. “Go take Chompers for a walk.”
I nodded. “Good luck with Tess,” I said before adding what the priest had said to me. “And may God go with you.”
She stared at my drooling father. “I’m not holding my breath.”
***
Dad and I were walking Chompers a short while later. I honestly coul
