But God, to Delia was a dubious possibility, if anything a remote figure with little or no relevance to her life. But the evening before, Dulcie, this... unusual woman wearing a clerical collar, had prayed a few words and her life had changed. In fact, her life had begun to change when she turned up on the Rectory doorstep."You go to take a service at the church every morning and evening, don't you?" Delia spoke thoughtfully.Dulcie looked at her, equally thoughtfully. "Either Peter or I, sometimes. He studied early and late, he got straight A's, and he went for a financial career after high school and graduated a year early. Our parents supported us until he graduated, and Donald went to work for the local grocery mega-chain. It was a reasonable plan, and fortune favored us. It worked. We were light years ahead of all our friends - stable, young, attractive, by all accounts the perfect couple.While Donald took care of building the foundation of our future, I stayed home and took care of. Phew! He was even more faint-making close up and his body was delectable. As he turned the full spotlight of his focus onto her, Meg thanked God she was sitting down; there was no way her knees would have held out if she’d been standing. Their eyes locked and Meg found it impossible to tear her gaze away from his.‘Pleasure,’ nodded Jack, leaning against the kitchen work surface. In Meg’s dreamy state, she wasn’t sure whether the inflection in his voice had been caused by Jack making a statement. . I don’t know how. Maybe I was careless? Maybe I never had one to begin with, like I forgot to record one or something.” I look back out the windshield and feel the opportunity slipping away from me.“I want another tape.”They both sigh and fidget in their seats. But they don’t argue.“Here’s what we’re gonna do,” I begin. “Henry, you’re gonna lure her to the car.”“How?”“I don’t know, man? Do that shy thing you told us you used to do to lure girls. Luke, you’re gonna wait for them to get close.