CHAPTER 33
GREG ENDED HIS SERMON at exactly three minutes before noon. The members here were very particular about church dismissing precisely on time, and that was one area where Greg had quickly learned to give in to popular opinion. Not that Katrina would complain. The pews here were probably as old as the church itself, and even though she didn’t suffer from backaches or arthritis like so many members here, she was just as ready as anyone else to leave sooner rather than later.
It was snowing again, which meant that Greg would face another afternoon of shoveling and salting the walkways. It would be nice having the house to herself for a little bit so she could sort through some of her emotions. She’d already decided to stop feeling guilty about Miles. She’d done the right thing last
