âTerrible thing down to the church. They know anything yet?â
âNot that theyâve shared with me, no.â
He stepped closer, moving side to side.
âIs it true what I heardâÂthe gal was naked when you found her?â
âNo.â Luke watched the numbers whirl. âNot true.â
âNo?â
âNope, sorry.â
Billy moved a step and a half closer, trying not to seem eager, but his eyes belied his interest, as if he were entitled. âHearing a lot of rumors, anyway.â
âOh, Iâm sure.â Luke smiled. He pulled the nozzle out and inserted it in the pump, walking tenderly from having banged his knee earlier. âProbably best not to pay a lot of attention to that sort of thing, Bill.â
âNo. Wouldnât mention it, âcept when you hear one that you know ainât trueâ canât be trueâÂwhen itâs about someone you know couldnât be involved . . .â
Luke realized from the way Billyâs eyes had narrowed that he was talking about him. He smiled again and decided to let it go. âAnyway, take care, Bill.â
On the little âstrip mallâ along east Main Street, he stopped at Palmerâs Florist, where a reedy, silver-Âhaired man he didnât recognize was selling a bouquet of tulips to a young blond woman.
âPastor Luke?â the man said, once he completed the transaction. âThat you?â
Luke lifted his eyebrows.
âGeorge,â he said.
âOh.â Luke realized, shaking hands, that this must be the owner, George Palmer. Like a lot of Âpeople in Tidewater County, George was only there occasionally during off-Âseason.
âSorry, didnât recognize you,â Luke said. âIâm used to always seeing attractive young women working here.â
George Palmer smiled and looked down, as if embarrassed. âHad to return for some family business. Hoping Iâd find warmer weather. What happened, anyway?â
âWish I could say.â
âWeâre hearing all kinds of stories.â
ÂâPeople do like to tell stories, donât they?â
âYes, they do.â
Luke bought two roses and continued his drive east. One of the roses he would leave at Tidewater Hospice with Millicent Blanchard, a church member who was living out her last days there. The other heâd take home to Charlotte.
Visiting the hospice always grounded Luke and seemed to comfort the patients. Today it also took his mind off of what had happened at the churchâÂand what the Âpeople of Tidewater County imagined he knew about it. He stopped to visit with each of the patients briefly before going to Millicentâs corner room. At least she wouldnât ask him what had happened.
âHow are you today, Millie?â he said. He lifted the blinds to let sunlight in. âYou look good. Here, I brought you a rose.â
He held the flower out and Millie took it, although her watery gray eyes didnât seem at first to register what it was or who he was. Then she finally looked up at Luke and smiled broadly, like a child.
âSo, youâre feeling comfortable? Good. Yes, I know, gorgeous day, isnât it? Just look at those clouds. Arenât they beautiful? You know what they say: thereâs a lot more going on in the sky than there ever is on television. Iâm glad you agree. Weâve always seen eye-Âto-Âeye on things like that, havenât we?â
Luke had to provide both sides of the conversation now with Millie, an oystermanâs widow in her late sixties who had collapsed in her backyard five months ago, a few nights after sitting with Luke at an all-Âyou-Âcan-Âeat church crab feast, bragging on her great-Âgrandkids. At first doctors thought sheâd suffered a stroke, but it turned out to be a rare, degenerative brain disease. Millie wasnât expected to last more than a Âcouple
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