Chapter 3One morning in November, Jean told me that Chave MacPherson’s assistant was on the phone for me. I had to think a moment to remember who Chave MacPherson was. Then I remembered the guy Father Gary had introduced me to at the Telford/Fields reception, the guy who was so slick and polished and obviously successful that I took an instant dislike to him. Though he’d been pleasant enough as we chatted, I couldn’t get over the fact that he reminded me of my older brothers. Reluctantly, I told Jean to put the woman on.
“Dr. Pell, this is Stephanie Blaine, Mr. MacPherson’s assistant. How are you this morning?” She sounded expensive. I could just see her, well-tailored, meticulously coifed and made up, unflappable as well as decorative, sitting in the posh offices of Tweedle, Dee, and Dee
