Sunday, 6 p.m.It was about an hour-and-a-half after she’d finished her call with Mary when her phone rang. It was Kate Nelson. Eileen knew she couldn’t let it go although she had no idea what Kate would say or what she would say in response.
“Ellen?”
“Eileen.”
“Eileen. I spoke to Eric”—Mary had told Eileen of her call with her nephew so she wasn’t surprised—”and he admitted that some of what you say is apparently true. I do not understand, though, what you want from me. You want me to bless whatever is—” The voice was rising when it was cut-off.
“Kate, I have no idea what I expect you to do. At this point, I just want to talk like civilized people. Can we just try that?”
There was a pause on the line and then, again, “what do you want from me?”
“Kate, you sound like you’re pacing. Co
