Chapter Thirteen
Porco hadn't attended church much while he'd been living here in Montana. His mother had been a social butterfly in her congregation. So much so that Porco knew that the best places for hiding were the vestry and the loft. Only new friends would hide in the sacristy and get found immediately.
While Porco went to church to play, his dad only went to the hallowed halls because a day without his wife was unfathomable. While Jane Porco raised her voiced in the choir, Daniel Porco kept his gaze fastened on her. Their son spent his time between watching the bright light of love that passed between his parents and keeping an eye out for any girl that might look at him in the same way.
Plenty of the girls that came to church smiled Porco’s way, and he always smiled back. How co
