CHAPTER 30
The next few days were a blur of meetings. With all those detectives, lawyers, and media gurus vying for her attention, Kennedy wished she could hire a personal assistant just to juggle her schedule.
Sandy was even busier gophering Carl’s books and effects to and from his room in Providence. He still insisted on preparing for his Sunday sermon. The doctors weren’t giving him a firm release date yet, but the chances of surgery decreased each day.
When he was finally let out Saturday evening, Kennedy rode with Sandy to bring him back home.
“I told you they wouldn’t keep me from the pulpit.” Carl had lost a few pounds at Providence. His chipmunk cheeks weren’t quite as full when he smiled, and he seemed to boast a few more wrinkles than Kennedy remembered. Still, besides having
