Three
I SET MY ALARM CLOCK early so I will have time to check on Helen and change her dressing before the 10:30 Mass. Father Wayne is celebrating the 8:00 Mass, his last one here as my helpful substitute, and we will be hosting a reception to thank him. While the Ladies of Charity are in charge of the festivities, Anna made it clear she would not be involved because of her duties with Helen. So, when I arrive, Anna’s already made breakfast.
I walk into the living room and find Helen already sitting up in bed, dressed and ready for the day.
“Good morning,” I say, planting a brief kiss on her lips. “How are you feeling?”
“Good, especially now that you’re here,” she says with a smile.
“Tom,” Anna calls from the kitchen, “come here and get Helen’s tray.”
“I’ll be right back,” I tell her,
