Chapter 15
Why I felt like I had to ride off like Paul Revere, carrying the warning to Pastor Eva that the pickets were coming, the pickets were coming, I couldn’t say. Perhaps it was the calm warmth of her voice when she picked up after the first ring, recognizing my number from caller ID. “Hello, Hannah. Please tell me you’re calling with good news about Timmy.” Typical Eva. When her own world must be falling apart, her first thought was for others. Either that or she hadn’t a clue about Roger, which I found almost impossible to believe.
“No word about Timmy, I’m afraid. But I’d like to talk to you, if it’s convenient.”
“Of course. When would be good for you?”
“Are you busy right now?”
“I’ll always have time for you, Hannah. You’ve caught me at the grocery store, but I’m heading for
