The police will ask questions she isn’t going to answer and the lawyer will tell her not to anyway. She drags herself down the hall. She is so tired she could sleep for a week. The lawyer says it is Sunday. Day of rest. Day of worship. Day of thick heavy newspapers. She is religious. But she cannot pray. If she has shot a man in the back, she cannot face God. God forgives the person who repents, but he also knows that Lander fakes repentance. Lander’s usual sins are brushing somebody off, speaking sharply to somebody she thinks is stupid or ignoring somebody when she knows perfectly well they’re there. She does it constantly, knowing she’s being ugly, but enjoying herself. It’s fun being superior. On Sunday, routinely, she repents, knowing she’ll behave the same way next week. Today it is possible that her sin is murder. God knows. Perhaps Jason knows. But Lander still does not know. She is desperate to get her mind on something else. She throws her thoughts toward summer visitors, summer days, summer church.
