Fourteen
OUR—WHATEVER IT WAS, argument, fight, discussion, debate—doesn’t leave us time to go to The Bistro for lunch. And since Helen was too angry at me to remember to pick something up on her way—a point she admits freely when I ask where our food is—we opt for leftovers in the kitchen.
We’ve just sat down when Anna tiptoes in. “So,” she says. “Have you two kissed and made up?”
We both stop chewing and stare at her. In the heat of the moment, I had forgotten she was in the Rectory.
Helen is the first to speak. “You heard all that?”
Anna nods. “Oh yes, every word. And it’s not like I was eavesdropping. I’m pretty sure there are people near East Hall on campus who could hear you.”
East Hall is on the far side of Myer College.
“Sorry about that, Anna,” I say sheepishly. “There was a
