Chapter 14
“Eighty-six on the glass plate,” Julian commented, once he’d retrieved some wet paper towels from the kitchen. Nora had walked carefully across the living room and shepherded K.D. down a long hall to a bathroom. Now Julian crouched next to me on the floor, picking up shards. The bishop had sidled off to change his shirt, and the rest of the crowd had gathered around the piano.
“I’m fine,” Julian and I heard K.D. protesting to Nora. “I just—I just remembered a file I need to check at the hospital.”
“Yes, yes, of course, K.D.,” Nora replied, “but just splash some cold water on your face anyway. Please.”
“Oh, Nora, for God’s sake—” But then we heard a door close. I beat a fast retreat into the kitchen for more mopping supplies.
When Nora’s heels came clickety-clacking back, Ju
