Fifteen
Paul rang the doorbell and was surprised when Father Mulligan, and not Grace, opened the door to the parish house. They embraced in the doorway.
‘Hello, Paul. How are you?’
‘Hi, Frank. I’ve been better.’
‘Let’s go down to my study.’ Father Mulligan led the way down the corridor to his private study at the back of the house, away from the parish office.
Once they were safely inside, Father Mulligan closed the door. They made themselves comfortable in the armchairs, purposely placed in the room for these sorts of conversations.
Paul looked at Father Mulligan’s collection of books. ‘This grieving stuff is hard work. Got any helpful books on it?’
‘Probably, but why don’t you tell me how it’s going for you?’
‘I thought it would have gotten easier by now, but I can’t stop feeling
