Twenty-Eight
“FATHER TOM, THE ACUTIS Society is not going to let the parish down.”
Mae Trent is sitting across from me in my office Tuesday morning, a look of determination on her face.
“I’m sure that’s your intention,” I say. “But with everything that’s happened—”
“Look, Father,” Mae says, “I’ll admit, when it looked like Nate killed Ashley Becket, everything began to fall apart. But now that he’s been cleared, and he and Gladys are trying to patch things up, we’re back on track. We still have a month, Gladys is working on the plans, and we’ll begin work in the Myer Mansion next week.
I nod. “OK. I’ll trust you Mae to see that everything is taken care of. So you want to have two weekends, including Halloween itself.”
“Yes,” she says. “We’ll do something light for the little kids for
