"Why do you think your parents chose St. Ignatius for their church?"
Dr. Connolly was in fine fettle at my Tuesday appointment, asking questions that made me think, whether I wanted to or not. I had told her about how miserable the service on Sunday had made me feel, and she clearly wanted to pursue that thread.
"I truly don’t know."
"It’s a far cry from St. John the Divine. From what you’ve said about your father, don’t you think he’d be more likely to go for something grand rather than otherwise? And if St. John seemed too large, he could have chosen The Church of St. Mary the Virgin."
I chuckled. "Smokey Mary’s."
"I beg your pardon?"
"They use a prodigious amount of incense."
"Why St. Ignatius?" She wasn’t going to let it go. She must have been convinced there was something meaty
