The Father of Her Son. Kathleen Pickering
smile. “Wait until you see Matthew. He is a marvelous boy. And, Neverland. I’ve done a splendid job of making my mark in Manhattan—no matter how small. I’ll even let you eat for free.”
“You are amazing, Kelly.”
His compliment warmed her heart. “And without a man, which Mum seemed to think was impossible. I am proud of my accomplishments.”
“And so you should be. Now, for your sins you must say two rosaries, come back here next Friday, do the stations of the cross and then recite ten novenas to make up for your irreverent confession.”
She laughed and hugged her brother. “I have missed you, Michael!”
“When will you come back?”
She bit her lip as she tried to figure out a way to break the news to Matt. “This is going to be tricky. Matt thinks Herby George was his only relative.”
“You’ve lied to the child?”
“No! I simply omitted information.”
He frowned. “I’m thinking you might be due for another round in the confessional.”
“Believe me, the good Lord knows all my faults.”
“Sounds to me like you’ve carved out some rules of your own to get by.”
“They’ve gotten me this far, Michael. Don’t be judging me now.”
“As if my judgment would matter. So, when?”
She tapped a finger to her lips. “Friday? For dinner?”
He turned to escort her from the garden. “That will do. We have a lot of time to catch up on. Come early so you can do those stations of the cross.”
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