The small New England town of Dorsetville is filled with quirky, loveable characters much like those who populated Andy Griffith’s Mayberry.
Dorsetville is all aflutter. The housekeeper at St. Cecilia’s rectory, Mrs. Norris, has quit in a huff, and the rectory is beginning to look like a college dorm. Father Dennis could lend a hand, but since his cooking show, The Fat Friar, has gained popularity, he’s become, well, moody.
Nellie Anderson and Harry Clifford are about to tie the knot—that is if someone can find the missing wedding invitations. Bungling Deputy Hill has been left in charge since the sheriff is sick, but will the town survive in the meantime?
Meanwhile, Father James is helping an ex-convict learn to resume his life. Valerie Kilbourne, a single mother, needs money for a very expensive operation for her twin daughters. And Lori Peterson, who has had her share of tragedies, will be asked to face another.
Katherine Valentine’s keen insights into human nature and extraordinary sense of humor make for characters you’ll want to know for years.
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|Title of eBook: Grace Will Lead Me Home|
|Release Date: 12-18-2007|
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|Publisher: The Doubleday Religious Publishing Group|
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Grace Will Lead Me Home
Father James had been awakened this morning by the clamor outside. Just past the park entrance next door, which divided the town green, preparations were underway for the Congregational Church rededication ceremonies. This afternoon dozens of state officials and most everyone in Dorsetville would gather to witness the rededication of this historic building.
The priest opened one eye and stared out the window. The sun was just rising above the mountain ridge that surrounded the town like an embrace. Shards of pink light pierced the predawn darkness. It was going to be a glorious day, he thought, sliding out from under a pile of handmade quilts.
From somewhere outside came a loud thud followed by several rapid Spanish phrases fired off like machine gun bullets. He made his way over to the window and looked down below. A delivery truck was parked on the Congregational side of the town green. Its side panels read "Filbert's Party Rentals." He leaned forward to get a better view. Folding tables and chairs were being delivered. Several had fallen off the back of the truck. Two men worked to untangle the melee as a third man stood on the tailgate, wildly waving his arms and spewing phrases Father James was thankful he did not understand. He closed the window.
Since it was nearly time to get up anyway, he figured there was no sense going back to bed. He grabbed his bathrobe from the foot of his bed and headed down the rectory's back staircase toward the kitchen. Before he showered, he needed his jump-start, a cup of rich, black coffee.
In deference to this need, his housekeeper, Mrs. Norris, had set the coffeepot's automatic timer the ni