The house was quiet. Mrs. Carmac had finally retired and Michael could see she had left the pie out, knowing they would finish it off before heading out. The gesture made him smile but also irritated him for some reason. He quickly grabbed the pie and two forks then returned to find Angel not on the porch but leaning on the fence that looked over at the churchyard. He turned the porch light on before closing the door.
“What are you looking at?” he asked, stepping off the porch and heading over to Angel.
“Just looking. I was thinking about how pissed the priest must have been to put up this fence—Tully’s dog always running over there when church was getting out, scaring the old ladies, shitting on the lawn.” Angel turned, a big lopsided smile on his face. “Wish I could’ve seen them two th
