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Sunday morning was probably my favorite time of the week. Everyone moved a little more slowly with fewer plans and more space in their day. The store was quiet, too, since most of the folks in St. Marin’s spent the first part of the day at church. I liked the silence, the visits from a few regulars coming for coffee or just to browse, the tourists who wandered in with their bellies full from any one of the wonderful B&Bs around town, and time to just think about the week ahead.
This week, though, I was preoccupied. I was trying to guess at Tuck’s plan when the man himself came in. He and Lu were regular attendees at the Episcopal Church outside of town, and he was clearly on his way there – his khaki pants, salmon shirt, and bright blue tie a nice departure from his uniform or blue jea
