Betty Miller turned her head and whispered something to Frank.

Frank shook his head and stared at the ground.

The engine turned over.

I stood on the asphalt and watched the silver sedan back out of its spot.

My spotless name among the church elders melted away right there in the parking lot.

I had served thirty years on the hospitality board, and now I was just an unstable woman shouting at the pastor.

I walked over to my Buick and got in.