Juliette closed her eyes. She frowned in concentration, trying to recall the last song the Secret Seminary students sang before they left. Was it How Great Thou Art? The Old Rugged Cross? She hated not remembering. Why hadn’t she paid more attention? Juliette took a deep breath. She couldn’t think about the graduates at this time of the day. Tomorrow she could wake up and begin a whole new sixteen-hour worry session anew. For now, she had to focus on happier things.
Like Kennedy. Juliette had gotten an email from her daughter just a few hours earlier. She was off to take another midterm. It was chemistry, one of Kennedy’s strongest subjects. She wasn’t too nervous, or if she was she didn’t show it in her note. Juliette wished they could talk more by phone. She could hear in Kennedy’s voic
