The Changing of the Guard

It had not been a propitious morning at Church for Mother and Alfred, and perhaps not for most of the congregation. It should be noted that acid-tongued Moana Crutchley actually appeared to be gloating. And, certainly Ima Hatchet would have been delighted. After all, Father Goodfellow had given her marching papers and she was now well ensconced and infecting another parish. Continue reading