She’d come to this Scripture session to learn more about the Bible, not to be seen. She hoped that nobody would take notice of her, but when she sat down, the wooden pew squeaked. A gray-haired lady directly in front of her, wearing a dark brown hat with a veil, turned and stared. Honor looked away, pretending she didn’t see the woman. She’d visited Jeth’s church on the previous Sunday morning and listened to his sermon, but she hadn’t been in a Bible study like this one in years, not since her aunt had taken her to church, before Lucas had come into their lives. Honor felt awkward and out of place. Now Miss Lucy Jordan floated into the chapel and started down the middle aisle like a queen. The scent of her lilac perfume trailed behind her. Lucy wore a light blue, winter coat with a hood edged in white fur, and she carried a fur hand-warmer. Honor had never seen an outfit as fine as Lucy’s. Lucy drifted all the way to the front and took a seat in the first row. Then a small, middle-aged woman in a dark cape and walking with a cane made her way to the front and sat down beside Lucy.
