Ten
I’VE JUST FINISHED saying Noon Mass when Helen calls.
“What are you doing this afternoon?” she asks.
“What did you have in mind? Lunch? I have a hankering for a chilled tomato bisque. I hear The Bistro serves a good one.”
“Nothing so enjoyable, though it sounds tempting,” she laughs. “I was wondering if you could be there when I talk to the Watsons.”
I stop. With all my concerns over Father Leonard, I had completely forgotten about the Watsons. They had lost a daughter, violently, unexpectedly. They were in shock, grieving, possibly despondent.
I knew their feelings all too well. I should go, offer my condolences, give them some spiritual comfort.
“I’m not sure they would enjoy seeing me,” I say. “The one time I’ve talked to Rachel’s mother didn’t go so well.”
“When did you mee
