WE PULL INTO THE RECTORY driveway and I ease out of the car, only to have Helen come around to take my arm to steady me as I walk up the sidewalk. I quip, “We make quite a pair, don’t we? I guess this is what we’ll be doing thirty or forty years now. Leaning on each other to keep from falling over.”
“Then, now, and always,” she responds, a smile playing on her lips. Carefully so as not to pull on my stitches, I lean down as she reaches up and I kiss her. We’re still doing this when Anna opens the door.
We stop our kiss and she says, “Well, I’m glad to see you’re doing better than when I saw you a few hours ago.”
“Martin did his usual bang-up job,” I say. “It’s not that serious.”
“He still needs to take it easy,” Helen says. “He should just go to bed.”
“Well, I’ve changed the sheets o
