She’d been told not to call, which was fine since she had little to report beyond what Ambrosi already knew.She’d read that the pope had traveled to Castle Gandolfo for the weekend, so she assumed Michener was there, too. Yesterday Kealy had taken a perverse pleasure in taunting her Romanian foray, implying that perhaps a lot more had occurred than she was willing to admit. She’d purposely not told him everything Father Tibor had said. Michener was right about Kealy. He was not to be trusted. So she’d given him an abridged version, enough for her to learn from him what Michener might be involved with.She and Kealy were sitting in a cozy osteria. Kealy was dressed in a light-colored suit and tie, perhaps becoming accustomed to not wearing a collar in public.“I don’t understand all the hype,” she said. “Catholics have made Marian secrets an institution. What makes the third secret of Fatima so important?”Kealy was pouring wine from an expensive bottle. “It was fascinating, even for the Church.
