“Tyler said they sent them out Monday,” Clara said.

I set the blue booklet back on the pile.

Our mailbox on Elm Street had held nothing but an electric bill and a hardware store coupon when I checked it at seven that morning.

“Did Tyler say who put the list together?” I asked.

“Gwen was with him at the counter when he dropped them off,” Clara said.

“She was checking names off on a yellow notepad.”

Cold rain was drumming steadily on the vinyl porch chairs when Evan came up the front steps at five.