Before Luke had been discharged from Myerson and come to live with them, Evan’s returning home at midday to see the lovely Loretta would get him not only a sandwich but very probably a nooner. But not today.
He found her in the kitchen of the Redwine house, which was now theirs, making enough sandwiches for either a small army or a very long bridge game. In this phase of the pandemic, some activities still met at the church in small groups, especially when young people were involved. Some of the white-bread wedges Loretta was making held peanut butter, some a single slice of processed cheese with mayo, some only margarine. Evan knew she could do better, but the church outreach budget couldn’t. Kissing her as she worked, he said, “I thought there were others on the committee who could help
