CHAPTER 7
SANDY MADE A LIST OF paints for Carl to pick up from the store. Kennedy found a broom to sweep up the glass, but Carl didn’t want her by the broken windows. “If you want to help, we still need to get these postcards ready to mail out. They’re the invitations for the dinner on Thursday.” He showed her how the post office needed them grouped by zip code, and Kennedy set to work, grateful for something constructive to put her hands to. She would be late meeting Reuben at the library, but she wasn’t about to leave Carl and Sandy right now.
“Is everyone all right back here?” The voice was too good-humored, and Kennedy looked up to see the politician who had prayed at the service that morning.
“Wayne!” Sandy rushed to him with a hug. Carl stretched out his hand.
“I came as soon as
