I called Information, got Rorry Bullock’s number, and punched buttons. Rorry sounded very surprised to hear from me.
I said, “We prayed for you in church today. You’re having trouble with your pregnancy?”
“Still in Med Wives one-oh-one, eh, Goldy?” she shot back. “It’s just a little separation of the placenta. I’ll be fine.”
“And they said something had happened to your car?”
“Borrowed and trashed. This trailer park is the worst place for security in all of Killdeer, and we don’t have anything like what’s in the rich folks’ houses!”
I murmured my sympathy, and offered to bring her some casseroles the next day. Once again, food worked its magic. Rorry softened instantly and said she’d love them. After I left the dinners, she added, would I mind driving her to work at the Killdeer wareh
