“I want to see Father Brian,” Chrissy said, still seeming to look at something directly before her.So what else is new, thought Jane. She said, “I know, Chrissy, but I told you, I don’t know where…”
“You’re lying.” Chrissy’s voice was matter-of-fact, emotionless. So she had no desire to stay there one second longer than necessary. She hurried down the rows of alphabetically arranged filing cabinets that filled most of the room until she reached the ‘M’ section. There she quickly narrowed her search to a particular drawer, pulled it out and flipped through the files. After the dishes had been done Jane’s father read the paper while her mother showered and then the two of them withdrew to the office to begin on their book.
Jane, feeling pleasantly aimless, puttered around all morning: reading, doing some laundry and–a particularly enjoyable task–putting away all her school materials for the next three months and throwing away what she no longer needed.
