Eighteen
SUNDAY MORNING DAWNS bright and clear and I am in a better frame of mind than I have been since Helen was shot.
The reason is simple.
She’s back where she belongs. Here, in Saint Clare’s.
Processing in behind Dominic swinging the thurible and Vincent carrying the crucifix, I allow myself one quick check and see Helen sitting in the front row, right across from where I sit. Next to her, Gladys is wearing a new outfit and by new, I mean the vintage light blue dress and matching pillbox hat that coordinates perfectly with her hair is obviously a recent purchase. Nate’s with Gladys, sitting between her and Helen. I smile with a combination of amusement and joy at seeing him and Gladys holding the hymnal together.
In spite of what Helen thinks, I believe they’ll make a fine young
