She knew exactly when her appetite had vanished. It wasn’t the slopping of Bishop McNiff’s food all over his door. That was boneheaded, not like her at all. It was one of those embarrassing moments that would return periodically to memory, each time causing her to wince. Everyone has such uncomfortable memories that haunt and scar. Patty could have laughed the incident away had it not been for the seminarians—Reverend Mr. Horses’ Asses—who made a laughingstock of her and turned her away from their august table. That’s when appetite had deserted her. Page and Cody hadn’t yet left, even though they had finished eating and were draining the coffeepot to the dregs. She could hear Page’s distinctive tone. He was doing most of the talking in his sotto voce delivery, which was just loud enough to be heard but not loud enough for the words to be made out. Patty was startled when, seemingly out of nowhere, another young woman sat down opposite her. “Andrea! Where did you come from?”
