Twenty-Three
ANNA AND I GET TO THE Bistro about 45 minutes later, after a much needed shower and a proper shave. Dressed per Helen’s instructions in full clerical attire, I’m still wondering what she’s thinking. I’m sure I’ll find out soon, and she’ll explain it, and then it will make sense.
Right now, I’m a little irritable. After the last eighteen hours, the last thing I want to do is to be seen in public where I might have to interact with people. I need to be alone, to process everything that’s happened, and most of all, to pray.
But, at least for now, I’ll go along with Helen’s plan.
Whatever it is.
The lunchtime crowd is there and I notice that Helen has snagged the three of us a prominent seat in the window where we can easily be seen but not so easily heard. She stands when sh
