I should have arranged another delivery.
Instead, I nodded.
I entered the sanctuary to stay out of the traffic in the foyer.
The last pew was nearly empty.
I sat.
My purse remained on my lap.
At one forty-two, I heard the organist begin practicing the opening music.
Guests arrived.
Two women in navy dresses glanced toward me.
Then turned away.
An usher passed and asked whether I needed a program.
“No, thank you.”
I wasn’t there to attend.
At least that was what I told myself.