I GOT BACK TO THE RECTORY about an hour later. I quietly opened the back door, slipping inside with a box and Joan’s laptop. I carefully closed the door.
Glenda called from the kitchen, “Is that you, Father?”
I stopped. “Yes, it’s me.”
“Just in time. Didn’t know where you had gone. Your dinner will be ready in ten minutes.”
“Okay, thank you,” I said. I walked to the kitchen and peered inside. She was at the counter working with her back to me. I had to admit, it smelled good. Though I wasn’t very hungry.
“You have some phone calls to return,” she said. “The messages are on your desk.”
I furrowed my brow. “Calls don’t go to voicemail?”
She turned to look at me. “Yes they do, I check it and give you the messages. Or if I’m here and you’re not, I answer the phone and take a
