Something Rich And Strange: Selected Stories - Plot & Excerpts
Newell took away his plate and coffee cup, Pastor Boone lingered at the table and watched the thick flakes fall. The garden angel’s wings were submerged, the redbud’s dark branches damasked white. Be grateful it’s not stinging sleet, Parson Boone told himself as Mrs. Newell returned to the rectory’s dining room. “You’ll catch the ague if you go out in such weather,” the housekeeper said, and nodded at his bible. “Instead of hearing yourself read the Good Book, you’ll be hearing it read over your coffin.” “Hear it, Mrs. Newell?” Pastor Boone smiled. “Do you dispute church doctrine that the dead remain so until Christ’s return?” “Pshaw,” the housekeeper said. “You know my meaning.” Parson Boone nodded. “Yes, we could wish for a better day, but I promised I would come.” “Another week won’t matter,” the housekeeper said. “Youthful folk have all the time in the world.” “It’s been eight months, Mrs. Newell,” he reminded her, “and, alas, they are not so youthful, especially Ethan.
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