In the midst of our Thanksgiving Dinner the bell rang. We froze. My younger brother got up. He had become the elected “welcome” official in these times, as he was a newly ordained Jesuit priest. No one would dare lay a finger on him. He came back to the dining room,
“It’s for you, a friend of yours from New York,”
I went to the living room and there was Petard. I hadn’t seen him in a ...