Chapter Eight
It was a small group the next afternoon at Valley Presbyterian. Besides the Nawickis and Sid, there was Willa’s therapist friend Miriam, as well as Lucille from across the street, who’d left Baby Leroy home with a new tween sitter. There were also four people from the church, counting Rev. Lehman. Willa was at a loss to name them. After all, Liz hadn’t attended or even been out of the house much in the last six years. And none of her family had been what you’d call regular churchgoers. They managed a bit more often than the notorious “C&E” Christians, who showed up in their new clothes on Christmas Eve and Easter Sunday. These few must have remembered Liz from those bygone days when she would drop in on a social with a casserole or a pie. Liz wasn’t a wiz in the kitchen, but
