CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
'You don't have to keep visiting me, Father,' Eva said. 'I'm sure God is far from happy with me, but I don't intend to start going to Mass anytime soon.'
Father O'Halloran smiled. 'I'm aware of that. But everyone needs friends and that's what I'm offering you—the hand of friendship.'
Eva poured the boiling water over the Darjeeling tea leaves in the teapot. It was hard to maintain standards in a place like this, but she did her best. She'd spent most of her first social security payment after her release from prison on a bone china crockery set to use for guests. But so far her only visitor had been Father O'Halloran.
'That's very kind of you.' She set the teapot and cups and saucers on the scratched, rickety table, a charity shop special, opened the rust-stained fr
