Chapter 27
As soon as the door closed behind John, leaving Branwen alone with her grandmother and the priest, she knew she’d made a mistake. She was in over her head with these two. She felt more exposed and vulnerable than if she’d been standing there n***d.
Father Simmons had found a thick cushion somewhere. He sat even higher than Elizabeth. She couldn’t remember ever seeing that since the custom chair had arrived several years ago. Only one other chair was nearby now, low and uncomfortable. She sat anyway.
“Branwen dear, this is the friend I told you about. I believe he’ll be able to help.”
Father Simmons stared at her over steepled fingers. He never acknowledged her or even moved. Elizabeth paused, then jumped in again.
“We’ve talked about this a great deal over the years, haven’
