“You would select the music, something that your group knows already, because of the limited time. And invite your church to come, if they’d like. We could get a bus for them.”
“Could I think about it, Lella? My heart is so broken, I’m afraid I would open my mouth, and nothing would come out but a squawk.”
“Are you going to be meeting for Hymns next Saturday?”
“I don’t know. They will want me to.”
“Well, that will be seventeen days before St. Martin’s. Why don’t you see how that goes? It wouldn’t have to be a long concert. We don’t need to use instruments, do we? I suppose we could get a piano if needed.”
Rachel started to cry.
“I’ve upset you, I’m sorry. I won’t say another word.”
“It’s because it is a good idea, but I don’t think I can do it. I don’t know if I am that strong, afte
