a statement but functioned as a question.
“Of course.”
Jeremiah watched her face. “Are you sick?”
The word sat in the air between them.
She patted his arm. “I’m stubborn. That’s not the same thing.”
Before any of them could find the next question, Mrs. Bell from the choir arrived with a paper plate of deviled eggs and the expression of someone carrying news.
“Did you all hear about Walter?”
Sylvie’s stomach did something quick and unpleasant. “No.”
“The senior golf club is honoring him at a dinner this Friday. Something about family contributions. Committees, fundraising, all of that.”
Jeremiah’s face changed in the way his face changed when he was processing something he didn’t like. “Dad’s getting a family award?”
“That’s what I heard. Very nice event, apparently.”
Adele’s mouth went the flat, controlled way it went when she was deciding not to say the
