I said, closing the register and handing Mr. Brayer his change. “Thank you, Sophie. I’ll bring Lois with me next time.” Mr. Brayer was the sweetest old man and Lois was his wife. I’d known them for years. “Good,” I said. “I’ll look forward to seeing her.” He started for the door, but hesitated. “Are you doing okay, hon? I mean…” He looked down at his feet, “…you hangin’ in there?” He was one of the people Charlie had given a letter to for me. I found it sweet of him to ask how I was doing. “I’m okay,” I replied. “Now don’t keep Ms. Lois waiting. You know how she gets when you’re late.” He tipped his hat to me. “Indeed. See you tomorrow, Sophie.” I was preparing to go home when Elizabeth sidled up next to me. “Are you really okay?” she asked. “Yes,” I said, removing my apron. I had told no one about what happened that day behind the cemetery. I kept that all to myself. It was my tiny sign of hope and I didn’t want anyone ruining it for me with their skepticism or their doubts.
