Your boys going to the movies?" Mrs. Stanley asked. She sat on a sofa beside Jason and Evan's mother. Mr. Stanley sat across the room from the two women, and the boys" father stood in front of the window. Each of the adults held a glass of red wine, and because the afternoon was dark and a floor lamp had been turned on, Jason could imagine that they were putting on a play.

"They go every Sunday in the winter if they've gone to Mass," their mother said. "And if something decent's on. It's The Song of Bernadette."

Mrs. Stanley looked pleased. She said that she heard that was a wonderful movie. She had read a review of it in the Diocesan newsletter, and the reviewer said that every Catholic should see it. Jason looked across the table at Evan, who was drawing cards one at a time from the stack in front of him.