I GET BACK TO THE RECTORY a few minutes before 1 p.m. to find Davenport waiting there. Anna has fixed him coffee and we move into my office to talk.
“Before we begin, President Davenport,” I say, “Tell me how you’re doing? I saw you at the accident but I was unable to get over to talk to you.”
Davenport smiles weakly and sighs. “Please, call me Richard. No, you were with Gladys, as you certainly should have been. Poor thing. I know she’s devastated.”
I say nothing to this and he continues. “Well, of course, it was a shock. I knew that Gladys was coming over. There was a bit of a misunderstanding between her and me the other night and Chad wanted us to patch things up. He was like that, you know, quite the peacemaker.”
I’m getting angry at his characterization of his behavior as a “misu
