Forty-Five
When Fr Harris didn’t turn up for the monthly meeting of the St Vincent de Paul Society, Charlie Head was worried. The last time that Charlie could remember that Fr Harris had unexpectedly not turned up for an event or left a message with someone about not coming, had heralded the onset of a bout of severe depression, which had led to him being transferred from parish duties. Charlie decided to call in on Fr Harris on his way home.
Charlie hoped it was something else, even though he’d half expected Fr Harris to lose it after the fire at Gladesview House. He’d seen his friend suffer up close when the black dog had last visited, and it had not been pleasant feeling totally powerless to help him. At least he knew Fr Harris had access to a good psychiatrist.
The doorbell made its
