THE ONLY INDICATION I have that Gladys actually told Helen about the incident with Richard is when my fiancee-to-be comes to the Rectory for lunch about 1:30 p.m.
OK, maybe I should clarify. I know Gladys hads told her when Helen comes in unannounced, slams the front door, marches into my office, and just stands there with a glare that could freeze fire.
I open my mouth to speak, but Helen speaks first.
“Pray tell me, Father Greer,” she says with a voice as cold as ice, “when were you going to tell me that Gladys was nearly sexually assaulted by the creep Richard Davenport?”
“Now, Helen,” I say as I stand up, trying to calm her down, “I have been trying to get her to tell you ever since she told me. In fact—”
She walks to my desk and leans across it. “Tom,” she says through gritted te
