Chapter 26
THURSDAY EVENING, AT choir practice, Tom and Noah were deluged with questions about their trip. He finally put an end to it, saying, “Okay, kids, we have work to do. Maybe we can have a rehearsal at our house next week, and Noah and I can bore you to death with pictures from our travels. Meanwhile, it’s time to do some vocal exercises.”
He’d deliberately chosen some rather spectacular, if not downright flashy, music for Sunday. It doesn’t hurt to let the congregation know that I’m back on the bench, he thought as he launched into the postlude.
Stuart Goddard turned out to be a rather intense young man who seemed very friendly when he introduced himself before the service. There wasn’t a hint of animosity as far as Tom could tell, even though John had called him Friday to let
