Rina looked at him. “And I’m to believe that?”
“You know how much I loved you…God, how I loved you.” As he smiled, his cheeks pinkened. “Hard to fake that kind of ardor.”
“You loved Yitzy as well.”
“Yes, I did.” Bram appeared thoughtful. “I’m a priest. I’m allowed to have a confused sexual orientation.”
Rina started to talk, but laughed instead. “Abram Matthew, I don’t believe you said that!”
“I’ll wash my mouth out with soap.” Bram was pensive. “It’s all irrelevant now. Since taking my orders, I’ve remained a faithful servant to my Lord, Christ. And what I feel in my heart toward you, Yitzchak, my family, or anyone else is strictly between God and me.”
She eyed him. “So what about the magazines?”
Slowly, Bram fixed his gaze upon her face. “The press has inferred a gay angle because of Reggie. But even they don’t know about the magazines. How’d you find out?”
Rina blushed, looked away.
Bram said, “Your husband wouldn’t have told you. What’d you do, Mrs. Decker? Put your ear to the keyhole?”
“Actually, I just picked up the phone extension…”
No one spoke.
Rina said, “You were in trouble. I couldn’t just…look the other way. You wouldn’t have done any less.”
“I appreciate it.” Bram laughed. “You know why God fashioned woman from Adam’s rib-”
“I know the story. I don’t need an ethics lecture.”
“Especially not from a murder suspect.”
“That’s not funny!” Rina locked eyes with him. “You didn’t murder Reggie. But do you know who did?”
“If I did, why would I hold back?”
“You’re protecting someone.”
“I’m a priest, Mrs. Decker. I’ve an out called a sacramental seal. Believe me, I’d hide behind it if I could.”
“So you don’t know?”
“Didn’t I just say that?”
“Not exactly.” She kept eye contact. “The magazines, Father Sparks. Whose are they?”
He didn’t speak for a long time. Then he said, “I wish I could tell you differently, but the magazines are mine.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“That’s your prerogative.”
“Who are you covering for?”
“It’s a CIA conspiracy.”
“Why do you have a safe in your apartment?”
Bram furrowed his brow. “You must have listened in for a long time.”
“Sorry, but I left my guilt back at the market. Father, heal thyself. Talk to me, for goodness sakes!”
Bram was silent, pushed hair out of his eyes.
“I’m waiting,” Rina said, tapping her foot.
“Why do I have a safe…” Bram’s voice was a whisper. “Because I got held up at gunpoint three years ago-”
“Oh my God, that’s awful!”
“It was on a Friday night, after one of our big church fund-raisers. There was a lot of cash and I was alone in the rectory, the veritable sitting duck. Afterward, I figured cash was more secure in my apartment safe than in a church. Sign of the times.”
“I never heard about it, read about it.”
“I never told anyone. I replaced the cash from my own pocket and kept quiet. Hard enough bringing people into the fold. I’m not about to broadcast news that scares people away from God.”
He looked at his watch.
“I know Fridays are busy for you. Thanks for being so generous with your time.”
“Cut the formalities, please. You’re always welcome in my home, Abram. You will always be welcome in my home. Anytime, anywhere. No matter what!”
“And you, Rina Miriam, are a righteous woman. More than that, you’re a spectacular friend whom I still dearly love. If I had more time, I’d get all mushy on you.”
“Stay for a moment. Have a cup of coffee.”
“Unfortunately, I can’t. I have a meeting with my parish board. My regional bishop is going to be there.”
Rina sighed. “What do they want?”
“Explanations, I imagine. In theory, they’re entitled to them. Too bad they’re all going to walk away disappointed. So be it. I humbly submit to God’s will.” He smiled. “Thank you for listening to me…far less painful than true confession.”
Rina paused. “Are you sorry you became a priest?”
“No, Rina. I’m not sorry at all. Yesterday I was crazed. I blurted out things in frustration. Going to Rome-becoming ordained-was the best thing that had ever happened to me.”
He looked down, his face rosy with heat.
“One of the best things. And I’m so grateful that you were an instrumental part of it. We both had other destinies to follow. I pray that you’re as happy with your choice as I am with mine.”
She looked at the priest. “I love him with all my heart, Bram.”
“I know you do. And everyone knows the feelings are reciprocated. The Lieutenant isn’t very subtle.”
Rina stared at him. “Are we talking about the same man?”
“Yes, we are.”
“My Peter?”
“Yes, your Peter. Trust me, Rina, I know these things. If he were any more overt about his love for you, he’d be wearing his heart on a sandwich board instead of his sleeve. I’m very happy for you. For the boys as well. Your family is a gift from God.”
“So we both have things to be thankful about.”
“True.” But his face was pale, sketched with worry lines. Rina wanted to hold him, comfort him as he had done with her. But that was impossible. Different places, different times.
“Are you going to be all right, Bram?”
“Who knows?” He shrugged. “God gave Abraham ten trials. Let’s see how Abram does with one.”
29
If the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach, Rina had a monopoly on cardiac tissue. By five o’clock Sunday evening, the entire house had become aromatic with the scents of savory herbs, onions, and garlic. Evocative smells. Of Decker’s bimonthly childhood Sunday dinners. A rotating affair with the relatives. His mother toiling in the kitchen, wet with heat, a starched apron covering her best black dress, a small strand of pearls around her upright neck. The men in her life-Decker’s father, his brother Randy, and him, sitting at the table, stiff in ill-fitting suits. Grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. As soon as the food was served, things began to loosen up. The adults conversing, kids acting like kids, good times…
He entered the kitchen. Rina’s face was damp, her hair falling down her back in a neat, compact braid. She wore a free-flowing cotton maroon dress that ended midcalf, with midelbow sleeves. Her feet were housed in flats. Though simply dressed, she was still a stunner.
He said, “Looks like you only made enough for the U.S. Army. What do I tell the Navy when it shows up?”
“Funny.” Rina stirred a pot of soup. “I know I cooked too much for five adults. But it’ll freeze.”
“You need a taste tester?”
“You’re volunteering for the assignment? What a jewel you are, Peter.”
“It’s a nasty job, but someone’s got to do it.”
Rina gave him a spoonful of soup. Split pea with beef marrow bones. Decker’s taste buds were in heaven. “Good.”
“Thank you.”
“This looks like enough for me. What are the others going to eat?”
Rina hit him, returned her attention to the rack of lamb in the oven, basted the riblets with a mustard seed-honey sauce. She stood, wiped her hands on a towel. “Why did you invite Marge over?”
“Just to be friendly. Why?”
“You weren’t planning to discuss your cases?”
Decker paused. “Maybe something’ll come up in passing. But that wasn’t the purpose of the invitation. Are you worried we’ll say things in front of the boys?”
“No, of course not.” She checked on the pilaf and turned down the fire.
Decker approached her from behind, wrapped his arms around her waist, kissed her neck. “No talk about work tonight, okay?”