Ten
ANNA’S WORDS ARE STILL echoing in my head when I wake up the next morning. She’s right. I’ve been so focused on my own feelings and my own struggles that I haven’t given enough thought to Helen. Last night was the first time I realized the uphill battle she faces if she is going to be part of my life—because the Church is the major part, she needs to find her place in it.
And I can’t help her, as much as I want to.
Before descending into another fit of self-pity, I get up and quickly shower and dress. I have almost an hour before 8 a.m. Mass, but I decide to say Morning Prayer before the tabernacle this morning. I may even have a chance to say a Rosary before needing to get ready for Mass. Dominic will have already prepared the altar and everything I would need. He gets there about
