She’d slept poorly the night before, worried that she’d left Sarah alone with memories of her husband’s tragedy. One good thing about her preoccupation with Sarah: it prevented her from stewing over the fact that Dylan had a woman at his house again the night before.“Can we go for a walk?” Sarah asked as soon as she saw it was Laura at her door. “I have my shoes on.”“Of course.” Laura walked into the apartment, her gaze falling instantly to the photograph of young Joe Tolley on the end table. He looked different to her this morning. He wore a cockeyed grin and there was a sparkle in his eye. She could imagine him plotting that dangerous charade at Saint Margaret’s.“Did you enjoy the movie?” Laura asked.“Movie?” Sarah looked at her blankly.“The movie I left in your VCR yesterday.”“Oh.” Sarah glanced at the VCR. “I don’t think I watched it. I was thinking about Joe all day.”Laura extracted the movie from the machine and left it next to her purse on the kitchenette counter.
