I'm not sure whether Susan was eager to make amends or see what had happened on the third floor, but she volunteered to stay longer to clean up the study. So Mike dropped his gardening plans to lend her a hand.
After lunch, I called St. Aloysius to make sure Father Thompson would be there. The old priest was waiting for us, so I helped Brandon load his truck with everything he would need for the interview and tried to send him on his way, feeling he could use a while alone. But he wouldn't even hear about it.
"I have all the time in the world alone back home," he replied. "So go grab your jacket, 'cause you're coming."
"Yessir," I murmured, spinning around to do as he said, only not that happy anymore about his bossing me around. And ranting to myself about his drama queen ways to speak. All the time in the world alone back home. Sure. Jumping from bed to bed, the bastard.
