“See,” she said, turning the pages to show me the book’s glories. “It’s such soft leather, with gilt-edged papers. And a bookmark that’s a real silk ribbon, with that sweet little gold heart charm fastened at the end. I’ve got the bookmark set right here at the Twenty-Third Psalm. Such a comforting verse, don’t you think?”
My neck muscles twisted into tight knots. “Marjorie, where did this Bible come from? Did you get it in the mail?”
“No, this nice salesman came to the back door. He was very reluctant to tell me the story, but I finally got it out of him. Mark bought the Bible before he left the country. He still owed thirteen dollars on it, but of course I wanted it, so I finished paying for it.” Marjorie opened the Bible to the blank dedication page. “Of course Mark would have signed
