Chapter 17On Sunday morning, I attended church with Nana D, the kids, and my aunt, eager to view the lavish preparations for St. Mary's upcoming Christmas Eve vigil. Something about the vibrant colors, fresh flowers, and heightened reverence in the air made me more grateful for all the real gifts I'd been given throughout my life. Father O'Malley's crew had done a phenomenal job this year, and I couldn't wait for Midnight Mass. When services ended, Ulan and Emma entertained Aunt Deirdre's new baby in the attached school auditorium, reserving a table for our family at the regular congregational brunch. As Nana D cooed at her latest grandchild, she drew Father O'Malley into our conversation, even though he innocently tried to scoot in the opposite direction. “Have you cracked Porter's murder
