Usually she came away from the Sunday morning services with a feeling of tranquillity and peace. But not today. The scene with Trace the night before had left her so upset she couldn't concentrate on anything else. She had gone through the religious rites by rote, her emotions in turmoil, her mind a million miles away. Pulling the lacy scarf from her head, Katy slipped it into her purse, then stepped to one side and watched the crowd of worshipers file by. She was in no hurry, because she had absolutely nowhere to go. With Trace's "I'll see you tomorrow" still ringing in her ears she didn't dare go home. Katy descended the shallow steps and started slowly toward her car. She had to find something to keep her occupied, something that would keep her away from the house all day. But what? She was still asking herself the same question as she eased the car out of the parking lot and turned in the direction opposite to the farm. It was hot and stuffy in the car and Katy rolled down her window and opened the vents.
