I’VE ONLY BEEN HOME about 15 minutes when Helen arrives, looking much worse for wear. She collapses into the couch and I hand her a glass of wine. I sit down beside her and slip my arm around her and she asks me, “So how was Mass?''
“The Mass itself was, as always, beautiful and sacred and wonderful. A moment with heaven and earth meet. The people at Mass, on the other hand, not so much.”
“Isn’t that always the way?” she asks with a smile.
“Today more than usual, since the battle lines were beginning to be drawn up among the gamers. Most of the women sat with Gladys while the guys sat elsewhere.”
“Oh, I hate to see that happen, especially when we still don’t know anything for sure.”
“Me, too. Things got heated after Mass, and for a minute I thought I was going to have to call Officer
