CHAPTER 21
There were only two automobiles in the parking lot, not exactly a crowd for a vigil. I did not recognize either car, but then again, I didn’t usually go to the later Sunday-morning service, and was unfamiliar with the charismatics and their vehicles.
“Does Bob have any idea where you are?” I asked when we disembarked from my van.
“He thinks I’m here. At the vigil.”
“Ah. Do you know how to get into the office?” Around us, snowflakes continued to fall.
“The keys are on top of one of those log panels beside the office door,” she replied promptly. “Lucille always teaches all of us how to get into the priest’s office.”
“Who’s ‘all of us’?”
“It’s supposed to be just the Altar Guild, who are supposed to keep it confidential, but—”
“Never mind.”
The lights were dim in the paris
