One good thing about traveling — no one expected her to attend church. Back in New York she couldn’t escape, must pay lip service to the conventions, even though she harbored the heretical thought that God had abandoned her entirely…but here she was a stranger. She could have a leisurely morning, a breakfast so late it might as well have been lunch, and then still have plenty of time left over to get ready for her outing with Jeremiah Wilcox.
How correct he had been as he walked her back to the hotel last night, how formal and proper! Only the barest touch on her arm, and then a tip of the hat as he said good night. Yes, he lingered at the foot of the steps after they had made their farewells, but only long enough to make sure that she was safely inside.
And yet she’d known that he’d beh
