WE’RE ON OUR WAY OUT of Myerton, heading to a little restaurant that’s off the beaten path. It’s quiet and secluded, ideal for priests secretly dating women they may be able to marry if given permission by the Holy Father. The food’s pretty good, too.
“Vivian called me this afternoon,” Helen says as she drives. “Invited me to dinner Wednesday night.” She looks at me out of the corner of her eye and smiles. “She went out of her way to mention you’d be there.”
I laugh. “Yeah, Clark said she wanted to invite you. I hope you said yes.”
“Oh, of course I did,” she says. “I like the Applegates. I want to get to know them better. I think having a ministerial couple as friends will be good for us.”
I nod. “That’s a good point.”
Helen drives along in silence for a moment. “You know, Tom,” she s
