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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
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