breed.â
Which considering their ages is no surprise, Faith almost replied.
âMen who know the true meaning of service. Who are devoted to their brothers.â
âAnd sisters?â Faith murmured. Pamela Albrightâs lips twitched.
âI happen to know weâre in for a little windfall, Tom. Farley mentioned it to meâin confidence, but sadly that no longer applies,â Cyle said fatuously. âAnd Hubbard House too, of course. Farley was devoted to Hubbard House.â
The Reverend Fairchild had had enough.
âCatch the Celtics Friday night, Allen?â
It was a pleasant lunch despite Cyleâs presence, but they all breathed a collective sigh of relief when he announced he had to leave before coffee as he had an appointment.
âSo sorry,â Faith said crisply, and suggested to the others that they take their cups into the living room. If he had such an important appointment, why had he wheedled his way into dinner in the first place? Nowhere else to go? With a passing thought that quickly evaporated in the winter air as to what this appointment might be, Faith led the way through the door into the living room. Tom hastened to see Cyle out.
Allen sprawled comfortably on the couch. âTalkative young bastard, excuse the language,â he commented as the front door closed. They all exploded in laughter.
âI have half a mind to put him in charge of the pageant. He has so many ideas about how it should be done correctly,â Pamela said.
âAt least get him sewing on the angelsâ robes,â Faith advised. âSo long as heâs here, let him be useful.â
Allen stood up. âCome on, Tom, the classy hotel theyâre putting me up in gives me guest privileges at some health club. Letâs go knock a few squash balls around. You can give yours whatever name you want and I have a few for mine. Then we can hit the steam room and our troubles will melt away.â Allen was a lawyer, and according to Tom, he wasnât particularly pleased with the way the case he was working on in Boston was going.
âSounds like heaven,â Tom said. âGive me a minute to help Faith and Iâm your man.â
âIâll help tooâitâs the least I can do for such a delicious repast,â Allen offered.
âNo, go onâit sounds like exactly what the doctor ordered, or would have, and Iâm going to clean up in a leisurely wayâthere isnât that much to do.â
âAre you sure, Faith? Otherwise I have to be going too,â Pamela said.
âOh, stayânot to clean up, but have another cup of coffee.â
âI really canât. I shouldnât even have taken the time for lunch, but I can never resist one of your invitations.â
They left, and Faith reveled in the solitude of the house for almost fifteen minutes before Ben awoke and she took him to the playground. Life at two and a half was an endless round of pleasure.
She wanted to get out of the house too, she realized. Sheâd been spending every spare moment finishing she Christmas cards, and last night she and Tom had wrestled with the tree lights for an hour before even starting to trim the balsam fir Faith preferred for the smell that filled the room. A service that untangled the lines, replaced missing bulbs, and strung the lights on the tree so the wires didnât show would make a fortune. She was sure something like it must exist in New York: S.O.S. Tree Lite, or Baby Let Us Light Your Tree.
When Tom got home, he called Farleyâs niece, whom he had seen the day before, to talk about funeral arrangements. After a brief conversation, he told Faith, âThe funeral is set for Tuesday. I suppose youâll be too busy at Hubbard House to come, but of course the Bowditches will understand.â
âCome on, Tom. Itâs not like you to be devious. What did she say?â
âShe didnât say anything, but youâre
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