Sundays were normally quiet on Pearl Island, and this was no exception. After church, Morgan and Cordelia returned home, each wrapped up in their own thoughts.
"Anything special you want for lunch, Cordelia?"
"No, whatever you’re having"s good for me. Can I go to my room until lunch is ready?"
Morgan nodded, giving the little girl a quizzical look. Cordelia had been secretive since she"d come home yesterday from the movie theaters, and Morgan knew she"d been on the phone with Sam and Grace after bedtime. But she would not make a big issue over it; she was sure they were just talking about the movie. She felt it was best to let them enjoy the blissfulness of childhood and not worry about the things Morgan was worrying about.
And Morgan was worried. She knew Cora could make her move at a
