Chapter 12“I wonder what he’s like,” McLean puffed, strutting up and down the worn carpet of the reception. “He’s very experienced,” he announced to Sal and everyone else waiting for their appointments. “Apparently he’s well thought of up at the diocesan office. He’s not the one I should have got, but this one’s much better. The other one had a bereavement.”
Jayden rolled her eyes at the monologue which reduced a working man to the significance of an exchanged toy. She emerged from her office with a smile of consolation at her next client. Reverend McLean shook hands with the dainty widow, despite her efforts to hide behind a pot plant in the seating area. “Mrs Jameson,” Jayden said, with a pointed grimace at the vicar’s back. The woman escaped, almost leaving her fingers behind in his st
