“NO, I DON’T KNOW WHO the source was,” Helen whispers as she yawns.
“When did you get to bed?” I ask.
“About 1 a.m. Gladys slept in my bed, I took the couch. More comfortable for her. Anyway, I don’t know who the Gazette got that from. But if it’s someone in the department, I’ll have their badge.”
It’s after 8 a.m. Mass, and an obviously tired Helen is walking with me back to the Rectory.
“I can’t see any of your people telling this to the press.”
“What makes things worse is we hadn’t told her family that little piece of information,” Helen yawns. “I figured they had suffered enough.”
Looking down as I walk, I say, “That makes sense. I’d have done the same thing.”
We walk in silence for a moment, when Helen says, “Tom. I know you don’t like to tell me things you learn in your capaci
