Umber (45.8 — Brigid O’Toole’s Story)
July 25, 2012 § 2 Comments
Father Hoolihan hastily excused himself as well. Still looking flustered, Vera stood on the porch, watching Leroy disappear around one corner and Father Hoolihan hurry away in the other direction.
“Honey,” I said to Miss Vera, “Papa says you’ll be better off if you just forget about them both.”
“Maybe he’s right, Brigid,” was all she said.