Chapter Eleven
Communion Sunday
Roger sat up in bed, already dressed for the Sunday Communion Service, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep. He had been staring at Laura while she slept. Finally, she roused herself out of bed. With sleepy eyes she went into the bathroom and shut the door, without acknowledging the presence of Roger. He heard the tinkling of water, the toilet flush, and the faucet turn on and off. Laura reentered the room and the image of Roger startled her, lying in bed already dressed for church and staring at her with an odd expression. She put her hand up to her nightgown and squeezed the cotton material close around her neck, as if she caught a chill. She sniffed once and then twice.
“What is that smell? Is that ashes?”
Laura followed the smell into the bathroom
