Back at home, Mary brought Tori a glass of cold green tea and Dorothy a big bowl of water with ice cubes. "Now, as long as you're settled in, I'm going to get about my chores," she said.

Tori drank down the tea and sighed. "Not yet, Mary. Let's read some."

"I just can't," she said. "I have to get my work done and go to the rectory. I've work to do there for Father." Mary still cleaned Saint George's rectory once a week.

"Later then," Tori said. "Meanwhile, can you bring me a piece of paper and a pen?"

"How will you write, Tori?" Mary regretted asking that question when she saw the other woman's face go pale. "I'm sorry. I just meant that ..."

"I know what you meant, Mary, and that you asked with no malice. The answer is I don't know yet. Not until I try."

"Well, then, I'll get it for sure."

"And could you make a tuna salad or something quick for Ginnie and me? I expect she'll be along soon."

"No problem, Tori. Let me get the paper first."

Mary saw Ginnie's note on the desk. She opened the drawer, pulled out a tablet and a pen and took these to Tori. She put the tablet in Tori's left hand and the pen in her right. "Have fun," she said on her way out of the study.

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