Even the telephone had stopped ringing—a bad sign. It probably meant that no one wanted to be associated with me, much less be tainted by conversing with me. I almost wore a path on the Oriental in my living room, going back and forth to the front window to watch for Pastor Ledbetter’s car turning into the church parking lot. By late afternoon he still hadn’t shown up, and it occurred to me that if he absented himself from his office all week, we were in for a poorly prepared sermon come Sunday. But I had laid the law down to him, via Norma, so he knew I was just before telling what I’d promised not to tell—officially released or not. Binkie would be most interested in hearing what I had to say, and so would Detective Ellis. Lieutenant Peavey probably wouldn’t care one way or the other. Then I thought that maybe the pastor wanted to sneak over to see me under the cover of darkness. Which didn’t make much sense, because as soon as he released me from my promise I was going to talk my head off to anybody who’d listen, anyway.
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