Chapter Thirteen
Susanne was busy at the counter mixing up bologna and relish, a family favorite spread used on sandwiches. “Hey, make a picnic lunch and we’ll take the kids out to the lake... a little cool for swimming, but we can fish. Patrick loves to fish.” Junior was still reveling in the compliments from the good nun. Yes, Patrick was one of the smartest in the school - he needed to be rewarded. The events of the night before came back to him in bits, but some pieces would never return. There was something nagging at him just below the surface of what he could remember, something to do with James. Junior reached over and snagged the hem of Susanne’s dress, but she did not turn around.
“Let’s go, okay? Get the picnic ready, and I’ll get the fishing tackle.” Junior put his arms aroun
