Chapter 21Cresson, Pennsylvania, 1938When the workman took off his hat and smiled, Olenka recognized him. His face was tanned and creased, his blonde hair thin, his mustache gone, but she still knew him.
He didn't seem to have recognized her, though.
"Excuse me," he said. "Which way to the chapel?"
Olenka opened her mouth to give him directions, then changed her mind. "I'll show you." She dropped her scrub brush into the bucket of dirty water and got up from her knees. It was a hot summer day, and she was ready for a break from scrubbing the flagstone steps.
Bucket in hand, she walked along the front of the Academy building. The man followed, staying two steps behind her.
Olenka glanced back at him. "What brings you to Saint Aloysius?"
"The organ," he said, drawing up alongsid
