tenIt’s two weeks later, on a gray, chilly Sunday, when Marjorie dies.
I go to church in the morning. Dave was kind of grumpy earlier on our walk, and I feel glum, in need of spiritual refreshment.
So I join a small group of residents who attend a nearby Baptist church. We go to the early service and stay for the coffee time afterward, so it’s almost eleven before we return to Eagle’s Rest. I’m hoping Dave’s mood has improved. If it hasn’t, I’m going to leave him on his own and watch British mysteries in my apartment all afternoon by myself.
I’ve always enjoyed afternoons like that, and it’s certainly better than trying to entertain an old man in a bad mood.
But as soon as I arrive back home, Charlotte comes to find me. She tells me that I should visit Marjorie, and she looks so sober
