CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
When they left the chapel, and crossed the street to the car, Linda felt certain she recognized a homeless woman sitting on the ground. At least an hour from where they had originally met, Linda couldn’t believe it. Yet, on further inspection there was no doubt it was the woman from the gym. The same frazzled woman she had met the night of the brutal rainstorm.
“Eric, I know that woman. I have to do something. She lived in my apartment building.”
Pulling a ten from his wallet, his cheeks grew pink. “I’ll wait in the car.” “It’s not much,” he said with a shrug. “But all the cash I have, right now.”
“Oh, you’re so sweet, don’t be embarrassed. That’s better than nothing. Of course, she needs more, but I still have a few bills in my waterproof wallet.” Linda put the ten
