MY VISIT WITH GLORIA McMillan being blessedly short, I manage to get back to the Rectory a little before 3 p.m. The absence of Leslie’s bicycle tells me she hasn’t arrived yet, which is in and of itself a blessing. It’s a very warm day, and since we’re going to look at the Myer place eventually, I decide to change out of my clericals into something more comfortable. I go up the stairs, but stop halfway.
I hear voices, and they seem to be coming from my room.
Who is in my room?
“Anna?” I call, just to make sure it’s not robbers trying to steal my—what? Collection of snacks?
The voices stop. I can barely make out whispers before Anna answers, “Yes, Tom? I didn’t expect you back yet.”
The whispers I thought I heard must have been the radio, or something. “Well, it was a short one,” I say
