Thirteen
ABOUT AN HOUR LATER, the door to the Rectory opens.
I don’t even look up from my desk. I don’t have to. I know who it is.
I recognize her footsteps.
Usually, after what almost happened to us, I’d run out of my office and grab her in my arms in a huge hug, thankful that she’s still with me and we’re both ok.
Not today. Not yet, anyway.
“Ahem.” I look up. Helen’s standing in the doorway of my office. From her crossed arms, firm jaw, and blue eyes ablaze, I know what’s going to happen.
We’re about to have our first major fight.
Bring it on.
She steps inside and closes the door behind her. “Before I say anything,” she begins, “are you OK?”
“Yes I am, and you?”
“Yes.” She takes a deep breath and then explodes, “Thomas Jude Greer! Don’t you ever pull a stunt like that again!
