Sixteen
MONDAY MORNING DAWNS uneventfully.
Uneventfully, that is, in the sense that I am still a free man.
I had briefly spoken to the Archbishop the night before and asked to meet with him. He proposed meeting at a retreat cabin set aside for his use at Our Lady of the Mount, since Emmitsburg is about halfway for the both of us. I told him I would leave after the Noon Mass and meet him in the early afternoon.
After 8 a.m. Mass, I head back to the sacristy to take off my vestments. There's a soft knock and when I say come in, Helen cracks the door a little and says, “I need to see you out front for a minute if you have time.”
I want to say something charming like, “I always have time for you,” but instead I just say, “Sure. Do you want to grab some breakfast? I gave Anna the morning
