Samantha leaned across the table and touched my wrist with two fingers.

“George, I truly hope Evelyn is feeling all right today,” Samantha said.

She tilted her chin up and smiled without her eyes moving.

“She’s resting,” I said.

“I feel just terrible about my little joke last night,” Samantha said.

“It was just high spirits.

You know how stressful big weddings are.”

I looked at the silver frame.