AFTER HELEN DROPS ME off, I dash into the Rectory long enough to give the check to Anna, explain why she must go to the bank right then and deposit it into the church’s account, and ask that she find the document outlining the terms of Win Myer’s bequest to Saint Clare’s. I hurry into the church with just enough time to throw my vestments on.
After Mass, I hurry back to the Rectory.
“Before you rush off into your office, Tom,” Anna says, “come in here and eat. Is Helen joining you?”
“Huh, she didn’t mention it when we saw each other,” I say, pulling out my phone to text her.
Rectory for lunch?
A few moments later she responds.
Sorry sweetie, I’m at Chad’s place overseeing the search.
“That’s odd,” I mutter.
I thought Dan was doing that?
A couple of minutes later she writes:
He is
