Seven
“SOUNDS LIKE YOU HAD a pleasant visit,” Anna says. “Phew, it’s a hot one today!”
We’re walking up the hill at the cemetery towards the old oak tree that shades Joan’s grave. Anna is carrying a vase; I’m carrying a bunch of peppermint carnations, Joan’s favorite flower. The sky is a clear blue, and the sun is beaming down on us, baking us in the still air. I’m glad I changed out of my clericals into shorts and a polo shirt before making the trek.
“Oh, it was. Very nice. Lunch was delicious, and both of them were very pleasant. I’m just trying to get my mind around Win Myer’s interest in all of this. I’m not sure Rebecca likes it too much.”
“He really must care about Rachel.”
“He cares about something, I’m just not sure what. What do you know about their background?”
She stops an
