I was a couple of days behind on my reading, and dog-tired from the two concert nights, so I woke up rather late this morning to find the following text message on my mobile phone, from my friend cafedave, who has been reading along faithfully with us (albeit silently as far as the blogosphere is concerned).
The text read simply:
No way! Helene is converting to Catholicism to get an annulment!
It’s something about first thing in the morning that this message didn’t make a lot of sense. I was lying there thinking, “I don’t know any Helene. Do I know a Helene? Maybe Dave meant to send this message to his wife talking about someone they knew and he accidentally sent it to me.”
So I was about halfway through the response text when it suddenly dawned on me what it was all about . . .
Yes, indeed, we do have a convert to Catholicism in the amazing Helene. Maybe it’s because we’ve been in dark battle mode for so long, but there’s something subtly amusing about this whole chapter. The way she plays the two lovers off against each other, the Jesuits who hope to get a donation, and the priest who knows exactly what she’s after but doesn’t want to admit that the system can be corrupted so well.
Oh dear . . .