She put her hands flat on the dining room tabletop, leaned across a chocolate White House and looked Agent Robideaux in the eye.“I’m going to church,” she said. “People expect it of me—for Easter, and for Mark.”“Give them a new Vice-President,” Robideaux said. “Make your announcement today, but from the Camp. They will forgive you a Mass.”“It isn’t a matter of forgiveness,” she said. “They need confidence in authority right now. The public needs to see their President fulfilling the office while managing her grief as a spouse. They need reassurance, and not by word, but by action.”“The Gardeners have been dying in whole congregations,” he argued. “Somebody used their own ritual against them. We don’t want to take any chances in case they decide to take on Catholics next. . . .”“John Kennedy went to this very church whenever . . .”“My point exactly, Ms. President,” Agent Robideaux interrupted. “Look what happened to him. Father Delahunty’s already up at the Camp, you can use the chapel there.
