“Maybe Margaret’s.”
Ruth turned it over.
“Are you certain?”
“No.”
“Then don’t decide it is.”
That was unusual advice from Ruth.
I looked at her.
“You’re supposed to be the suspicious one.”
“I am suspicious.
I’m also not interested in creating a new problem from handwriting.”
We drove to St.
Mark’s later that afternoon.
I told myself I only wanted to confirm whether donated hymnals had reached the correct storage room.
But I also asked Helen, the church coordinator, about the wedding schedule.