IT'S NEARLY 11 P.M. by the time we get back to the rectory. Before I can let myself in, Anna opens the door and steps outside, still fully dressed. She pushes me inside and then hugs Helen and escorts her in.
“That,” she says conspiratorially, “is in case anyone is watching. How’s Catherine?”
“She’s awake and talking,” I say. “The doctor says they won’t know for a few days if there’s any permanent damage, but they’re optimistic. He said it's a miracle that she woke up so quickly.”
“Well, it is,” Anna says matter-of-factly, “what with all the people in the church praying. You need to let them know.”
“I’ve already taken care of it, Anna,” Helen says.
Anna smiles at us. “See,” she says. “You already make a good team.” She looks at the time. “Okay, I’m way past my bedtime. Good night, you
