From his message, Thurston must have guessed Evan was on the road. The explicit instruction to pull over was puzzling though. Nevertheless, Evan found a parking space on Main Street in Peculiar and promptly phoned the Reverend.
“Evan, are you driving?” Marcus asked urgently.
“Yes, but I’ve stopped like you said. What’s wrong?”
There was a long pause while Thurston thought about how to say what he had to say, which came out as a stammer, “Evan, there was… an accident. Loretta…”
An involuntary gasp, like a sock in the stomach, then, “How is she? Where is she?”
Thurston’s message was disjointed. “She was in the Lincoln. By herself. On her way to the church, I believe. Vehicle registered to us, you see, why they called me. Broadsided by a semi.”
Evan cried out, “How is she and where is s
