Seven
ANNA’S UP AND IN THE kitchen when I get to the Rectory just after 9 a.m. Looking me up and down, she says, “You look like you haven’t slept a wink.”
“That’s not true,” I say, yawning and accepting the cup of coffee she hands me. “I slept for about three hours, I think. Not all at once, mind you.”
I collapse in my chair at the table and Anna sits in one beside me. “Tom, what the hell is going on? Your replies to my text weren’t exactly forthcoming. It was all I could do not to drive over to Nate’s and find out for myself.”
This reminds me of something I had forgotten. Anna likes most people but she really sincerely loves only a few. For those few, she will go to hell and back and will tear anyone who messes with them limb from limb, at least figuratively. Nate has obviously won h
