Requiem for a Realtor
“Hilary’s rectory and went across the lawn to the kitchen door. He entered without knocking, and Marie turned from the stove and looked at him without surprise.
“Were you at the noon Mass?”
“Couldn’t make it. Does he have a guest for lunch?”
“If you stay.”
“Good.”
He wanted to make sure that Jameson, the dentist, wasn’t hanging around. The man had become a frequent presence and Phil realized he resented it. The fact was he was a little jealous. He considered himself Roger Dowling’s closest frien...d, at least among lay people, and the rectory had become a haven for him. Long ago Phil had been at Quigley, a couple classes behind Roger Dowling, but Latin had proved too much for him, and at that time Latin was crucial for anyone thinking of the priesthood. So Phil had left and eventually married and became a cop. When his wife died, the bottom fell out of his life. His two daughters were married, and each lived hundreds of miles away. A life of loneliness loomed. Then Roger Dowling had been made pastor of St.MoreLess
“Were you at the noon Mass?”
“Couldn’t make it. Does he have a guest for lunch?”
“If you stay.”
“Good.”
He wanted to make sure that Jameson, the dentist, wasn’t hanging around. The man had become a frequent presence and Phil realized he resented it. The fact was he was a little jealous. He considered himself Roger Dowling’s closest frien...d, at least among lay people, and the rectory had become a haven for him. Long ago Phil had been at Quigley, a couple classes behind Roger Dowling, but Latin had proved too much for him, and at that time Latin was crucial for anyone thinking of the priesthood. So Phil had left and eventually married and became a cop. When his wife died, the bottom fell out of his life. His two daughters were married, and each lived hundreds of miles away. A life of loneliness loomed. Then Roger Dowling had been made pastor of St.MoreLess
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