Chapter 24
On the seventh Sunday in Easter, Paul and I attended Morning Eucharist at St. Catherine’s with Emily and Dante in tow. At first I thought we’d come at the wrong time. The pews were virtually empty.
“What’s going on?” I whispered to Paul as we slid into our regular pew on the right side of the sanctuary, three rows from the back.
“I hear we’ve lost some families to St. Anne’s,” Paul explained. “And St. Margaret’s picked up a few members of the We Hate Roger Club, too.”
“It seems wrong to punish Eva for something her husband did,” I whispered back as I opened my hymnal, thumbing through it, looking for the number of the first hymn.
In the pew beside me, Emily stirred. “I’ll need to be praying about that myself,” she said.
“The concern isn’t over what Eva did, it’s what she d
