Blake cared for each other. She was often seen leaving the residence in the early morning hours.
âWith other people!â she told the screen in outrage. âThe two times we might have been alone were when wewere playing the piano after a party and lost track of the time!â
Three years ago, when the Bishop was named to lead the Archdiocese of Boston, he secured a job for Blake at the Essex Club, which is owned and managed by his nephew Daniel Curry.
Scrolling farther, she cried out in disbelief when three more pictures appeared. One was of the Cardinal hugging her in the Essex Club lobby. The other, taken with a night lens, showed her as a lone figure running up the steps of the Cardinalâs residence. The third, taken through a window at the residence, showed the Cardinal with an arm around her shoulder.
She was sick to her stomach, but she couldnât stop reading.
Blake teaches part-time at the Winchester School on Beacon Hill. She entertains at private parties and political fund-raisers, and is a regular pianist at archdiocese events. She is often seen arriving at those events in the Cardinalâs company. Phone records show a pattern of late-night phone calls between the Cardinalâs residence and Blakeâs apartment.
A native of Lake Henry, New Hampshire, Blake studied at NYU and the Juilliard School. Though she repeatedly auditioned for leading roles on Broadway and occasionally served as an understudy, she never made it out of the chorus line. Shewas twenty-eight when she left Broadway and moved to Albany.
Blakeâs relationship with the Cardinal has been a well-kept secret. Vatican sources have told the Headline Team that the Pope did not know of this relationship before elevating Rossetti to the position of Cardinal. When contacted by the Post, a spokesman for Cardinal Rossetti denied the allegations.
Blake was more forthcoming. âThe Cardinal and I are having an affair,â she confirmed.
Lily gasped.
âI love him. We have a history.â She described the Cardinal as a warm, vibrant man, and admitted that she followed him to Boston.
The article closed by saying,
Governor Dean of New York has denied having a sexual relationship with Blake.
Incredulous, she returned to the start of the piece, but there was the headlineâ CARDINAL LINKED TO CABARET SINGER âlarger and bolder than ever. This time, though, she read the byline. The article had been written by Terrence Sullivan.
She felt totally and utterly betrayed. And furious . Disconnecting the laptop, she grabbed the phone book from a closet shelf, found the number of the Post, and called it.After several menu choices, she reached the newsroom. Terry Sullivan wasnât there. He would be in later, they said, though they didnât know when.
Frustrated, she pressed the disconnect button. With her hand hovering over the keypad, she shut her eyes and tried to remember the Cardinalâs number, but even if she called it oftenâwhich she didnâtâher mind was in too much of a muddle. Scrabbling through the phone book again, she located the Boston Archdiocese and ran a finger down the list of numbers until she found a familiar one. It went to the Cardinalâs secretary. Father McDonough was the one Lily dealt with when she played at church events.
His line was busy. She tried it again but couldnât get through this time either. Feeling stymied, she went to the window. There was a van parked right in front of her building, with sun glinting off the satellite dish on top and the markings of a local television station on its side.
It was insane. Insane . Surely a mistake. And easily corrected, once she reached the right people. In the meantime, she had lessons to give and classes to teach.
After showering, she put on a soft, soothing Schumann while she dressed, but she was too dismayed to feel any comfort. She tried the Cardinal again; the line was still busy. She tried Terry again; he
âWith other people!â she told the screen in outrage. âThe two times we might have been alone were when wewere playing the piano after a party and lost track of the time!â
Three years ago, when the Bishop was named to lead the Archdiocese of Boston, he secured a job for Blake at the Essex Club, which is owned and managed by his nephew Daniel Curry.
Scrolling farther, she cried out in disbelief when three more pictures appeared. One was of the Cardinal hugging her in the Essex Club lobby. The other, taken with a night lens, showed her as a lone figure running up the steps of the Cardinalâs residence. The third, taken through a window at the residence, showed the Cardinal with an arm around her shoulder.
She was sick to her stomach, but she couldnât stop reading.
Blake teaches part-time at the Winchester School on Beacon Hill. She entertains at private parties and political fund-raisers, and is a regular pianist at archdiocese events. She is often seen arriving at those events in the Cardinalâs company. Phone records show a pattern of late-night phone calls between the Cardinalâs residence and Blakeâs apartment.
A native of Lake Henry, New Hampshire, Blake studied at NYU and the Juilliard School. Though she repeatedly auditioned for leading roles on Broadway and occasionally served as an understudy, she never made it out of the chorus line. Shewas twenty-eight when she left Broadway and moved to Albany.
Blakeâs relationship with the Cardinal has been a well-kept secret. Vatican sources have told the Headline Team that the Pope did not know of this relationship before elevating Rossetti to the position of Cardinal. When contacted by the Post, a spokesman for Cardinal Rossetti denied the allegations.
Blake was more forthcoming. âThe Cardinal and I are having an affair,â she confirmed.
Lily gasped.
âI love him. We have a history.â She described the Cardinal as a warm, vibrant man, and admitted that she followed him to Boston.
The article closed by saying,
Governor Dean of New York has denied having a sexual relationship with Blake.
Incredulous, she returned to the start of the piece, but there was the headlineâ CARDINAL LINKED TO CABARET SINGER âlarger and bolder than ever. This time, though, she read the byline. The article had been written by Terrence Sullivan.
She felt totally and utterly betrayed. And furious . Disconnecting the laptop, she grabbed the phone book from a closet shelf, found the number of the Post, and called it.After several menu choices, she reached the newsroom. Terry Sullivan wasnât there. He would be in later, they said, though they didnât know when.
Frustrated, she pressed the disconnect button. With her hand hovering over the keypad, she shut her eyes and tried to remember the Cardinalâs number, but even if she called it oftenâwhich she didnâtâher mind was in too much of a muddle. Scrabbling through the phone book again, she located the Boston Archdiocese and ran a finger down the list of numbers until she found a familiar one. It went to the Cardinalâs secretary. Father McDonough was the one Lily dealt with when she played at church events.
His line was busy. She tried it again but couldnât get through this time either. Feeling stymied, she went to the window. There was a van parked right in front of her building, with sun glinting off the satellite dish on top and the markings of a local television station on its side.
It was insane. Insane . Surely a mistake. And easily corrected, once she reached the right people. In the meantime, she had lessons to give and classes to teach.
After showering, she put on a soft, soothing Schumann while she dressed, but she was too dismayed to feel any comfort. She tried the Cardinal again; the line was still busy. She tried Terry again; he
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