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ANNA’S DINNER—A CAESAR salad to begin with, followed by chicken crepes, broccoli, and rice pilaf—is a triumph, as usual. After the meal, we retire to the living room where Helen, Anna, Father Tim, and I enjoy Nick Hallstead’s truly delicious chocolate torte and coffee.
“Father Tim,” Helen says, “I’m curious about how much cooperation you receive from my counterparts?”
“I’m sorry to say, Helen, that the most charitable way to describe it is uneven,” Father Tim says with a heavy sigh. “It's very hard for many of them. I don’t need to tell you that most of the people in your position in this state are still men, many of them are older, and may have, from time to time in their careers, sought the company of someone who was working in this abominable trade.”
“Our experience in Bellamy
