I made it into a tight, tidy square.

I walked over to the kitchen table.

I put the folded white satin in the black leather purse.

It fit perfectly in the deep bottom compartment, right where my mother used to keep her sealed bank envelopes.

I pressed the satin down flat.

I snapped the purse closed with a loud click.

Tomorrow, Arthur Pendelton and Pastor Higgins were going to stand in front of me.

I was going to hand them this bag.