Fifteen
“HELEN, BEFORE WE GET into this, why don’t you sit down?”
The silence is thick in my office. She glares at me and says, “No, thank you, Tom. I don’t anticipate this taking too long.”
“OK,” I say, nodding my head. “You have questions?”
“Yes, yes I do,” she says, taking a step forward. “Why didn’t you tell me you were doing Leslie’s funeral?”
“How did you find out about it?”
“You mean, other than by listening to your end of the call? I have to admit, my curiosity was piqued when you mentioned not wanting a media circus. I had the church calendar open and looked at this week. Thursday afternoon is blocked out for a funeral. Well, there’s only one member of the parish that I’m aware of who has died recently, and only one I know of who would capture media attention.”
“Yes,” I say
