Seven
I’M AWAKENED A LITTLE after 6 a.m. on Monday by a call from Helen. “Morning, darling,” she says.
“Morning, yourself,” I yawn. “You’re surprisingly chipper for this time of the morning.”
“Well, the fact that the world knows about us is part of the reason.”
“Only a part?”
“Well, there’s the two cups of coffee I’ve already had. But I wanted to get to the office early today. I have that interview with Brenda this morning at 10 a.m., and I wanted to make sure I’m up on my game.”
“Oh, I forgot about that. Are you OK?”
She laughs. “Tom, We’re getting married! You and I! And the whole world knows it now so the Pope can’t change his mind. I don’t care what else happens to me.”
I smile. “I’ll pray for you around the time of the interview.”
“Thanks,” she says. “And you can buy me lunch
