“And on Easter weekend of 1710, the Syrian Jew became a New England Protestant.” Xander turned to Alex with a smirk. “Not quite as lily-white as you thought you were, are you?”
Alex just rolled his eyes. “I think our great-great-great-great-grandfather took care of that, Mr. Browne.” Then he gripped Xander’s hand. “Keep looking.”
Together they kept poring over the pages of the daybook for 1710. Two months after the entry about Homer’s baptism, a second note appeared.
Two marriage rings for Homer and Constance Bencliffe.
“The rings at the New York Historical Society,” squeaked Alex, as Xander snapped a picture with his phone.
Their line-by-line search carried on through the afternoon. Alex shifted back to the earlier daybooks but was only doing so to avoid hovering over Xander’s should
