Loretta had the Lincoln loaded up with her sandwiches and was about to leave to deliver them when she got a call from Alice Olinger, the church secretary.
“I was just headed over to see you,” Loretta told her. “I’m pretty sure I made enough. Nothing fancy, of course.”
“Much appreciated.” The woman’s voice sounded shaky. Alice’s was not an assertive personality, and she didn’t cope well with stress. Her employment dated back to Thurston, who couldn’t remember why he’d brought her on. Considering how grief could find its way into a church on a daily basis, Loretta had advised Evan perhaps he should hire someone else and either reassign her or suggest she retire.
“Mrs. Wycliff, that’s not why I’m calling. I wasn’t sure whether it was important, but a minute ago a man called here wanting yo
