Sunday, October 4
I wonder if he’ll make it this week, Josie thought wistfully as she walked toward the high front steps of the church. The part of her that wasn’t distracted with her thoughts noted several determined‑looking young men heading her direction from across Chambersburg Street, and she drew closer to her father’s side.
“Is something wrong, a cailín?” he asked solicitously, waving the boys off with a fierce scowl. “You haven’t wanted to talk to any of them since we’ve returned.”
