Noah today. Miss Lovelace today. I wrapped my arms tight around myself and squeezed my eyes shut. Terrifying, both of these appointments, but necessary, and, in the end, I hoped, good. Fleetingly, I remembered last night and being with Collin. There was a sweetness then. But Collin would have to be on hold till today was over. "All well this morning?" Grandma asked when I came downstairs. "Fine." I bent to kiss her cheek, and she laid down the Times and smiled up at me. "Breakfast?" She poured orange juice and passed the toast and coffee. "Now," she said. "Let's talk about this morning. Since tomorrow is Christmas Eve, I don't have to go in to St. Matthew's. The office is closed till after the holidays and everything's ready for the midnight service...." She paused. "I know you're busy this afternoon." I pretended to be interested in spreading marmalade on my wheat toast. Busy this afternoon. Busy! "So," she went on, "I thought we'd go this morning and check out Old Town. It will be fun.
