Chapter Eleven

Sunday dawned a sunny hot July day. Their telephone conversation last night concluded with the decision that Connie would pick her up at the end of the drive today at 11:30 am. They planned to have a birthday lunch and then Connie would take her over to get the car. She dressed and arrived in the kitchen to find everyone already at the table eating. Since they were all dressed up, she assumed they were going to church together. Instantly, access to the building was uppermost on her mind.

Yancey eyed her blue sundress critically. Judging by his expression, he probably thought it was provocative. After last night, she had decided to keep things professional between them. She was an open book to him and he was obsessed with the idea of reading it. Neither of them was looking for a mate. It simply happened that they were attracted to each other. Ahead of her lay college and a possible career in journalism. Ahead of him was the possibility of a jail sentence. If Len was right, it might be a lifetime of hiding. She pulled out a chair.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know you all would be up so early. I was planning on fixing breakfast. Are you all going to church this morning?"

Yancey cleared his throat. "They are. I have an appointment. I thought you might want to go with Mom and Tammy."