THE NEXT MORNING I tell Father Leonard to take the day off and drive to Our Lady of the Mount. “Spend the day in prayer,” I say. “Ask Our Lady for guidance. Visit her at the grotto.” I pause. “I think you may find it helpful.”
“You’re going to speak to Rachel?” he asks. “What are you going to say?”
I shrug. “Say? Probably not much. I will ask her some questions about the things alleged in the anonymous note to the Archbishop, see if she has any idea who may have sent it.”
“How could she when I can’t figure out who may have sent it?” he protested.
“She may know something you don’t,” I point out.
After he leaves, I settle in with a cup of coffee and look over the letter again. Reading carefully, none of the allegations are very specific, just the fact they spent a lot of time alone tog
