not-so-friendly wager between Norman and Uncle Saul.
I could see Minister Windom taking money from the newcomers and directing them to picnic tables. Mrs. Windom stood behind him in the same shabby outfit sheâd worn to the cabin. I wondered where her new clothes, and tinted coif, had disappeared to.
We were so busy in the hot kitchen that I barely had a chance to notice anything for almost an hour. At that point, we still had food, napkins, and plates. But we were out of plastic forks.
âZoe,â Uncle Saul called out as he cooked chicken and Ollie manned the open window. âGo over to the church and get some silverware. They always have an extra supply. Ask Evelyn.â
I ran out of the Airstream and over to where the Windoms were seated, enjoying some of every food being served. They scrupulously kept an eye on the big box where diners were putting in pieces of paper that contained the name of their favorite cook.
âWeâre out of forks,â I told Evelyn. âUncle Saul says you have some we could borrow.â
Minister Windomâs eyes narrowed. âI donât know if that isnât going against the spirit of the contest.â
âBorrowing forks?â I debated. âItâs not like we want you to get more biscuits for us. Itâs only forks.â
Evelyn put her hand on his shoulder. âI gave Norman some plastic wrap a while ago. I donât see any difference.â
He shrugged and glanced away as two diners approached to post their ballots. âDo what you please. Come back as soon as you can. Weâre about to get really busy.â
Evelyn and I walked into the church. The interior was as plain and ordinary as the exterior, but in better condition. The old wood pews were polished and smelled of lemon oil. There was a single stained glass window at the front of the sanctuary. It depicted a lion lying down with a lamb.
âYou must work hard keeping up with all of this.â I smiled at Evelyn as we walked by the huge spray of fresh flowers on the altar.
âMy husband is very busy writing sermons and handling other issues for the church,â she said. âItâs what I should do as his wife.â
I noticed that she hadnât lost everything sheâd been sporting at the big-box discount store. There was a pretty gold and white daisy on a nice chain around her neck. When I looked a little closer, I could also see that she was wearing a wig. There was a spot by her forehead where her new hair was peeking through.
âThose forks are back here in the kitchen.â She led the way. âWe have lunches and potluck suppers here all the time.â
I followed her back and saw the matching daisy ring on her finger. She definitely hadnât been wearing either piece the first time Iâd seen her.
âIt must be hard being a ministerâs wife,â I said. âMy mother had a friend who was the wife of a minister. She always talked about being the last on the list when it came time for attentionâor something
new
.â
Evelyn handed me the forks after taking them down from a tall cabinet. Her brown eyes met mine. âItâs true. After a while, you come to wonder if you donât deserve something better for all the years of work and neglect.â
I touched the ring on her finger. âHe doesnât know, does he?â
She shook her head. âIâd take it as a kindness if you didnât tell him.â
âSomeone will have to. You took the building fund money for the church, didnât you?â
âW-what?â she stammered. âI donât know what you mean.â
âI think you do.â I didnât want her to get into trouble, but if it came down to it, sheâd have to confess.
Tears came to her eyes. âI was counting it. Getting ready to make a deposit at the bank. I thought about all the things Iâd never haveâpretty new dresses, jewelry, things other