CHAPTER 18 – TOM
CHICAGO“Thank you for taking me to church,” he said to Clara again the following morning. “You know it’s been a quarter of a century since I last went to mass, but I remembered everything.”
She was shocked at this.
“You haven’t been in 25 years?”
“No. Do you go every week with Lucy?”
He couldn’t be certain, but he thought that he could see a glimmer of sadness pass across her face when he asked the question.
“Well, I have gone every week, yes. Always. As for Lucy – that’s a more recent thing. For the last few months I’ve taken her every Sunday. It’s to give my daughter a rest. She works all week you know, long hours.”
“So do you.”
It came out wrong. It seemed as if he were trying to gallantly defend her against the demands of her own family, but if she noticed it,
