Miller,â with the address.
Faith paused and put the envelope down. âItâs hard to get prints from paper, but I think we should be careful anyway.â She went into the kitchen and returned with a clean dust cloth, which she used to hold the paper by one corner as she eased it out of the envelope.
There was no doubt. It was venomousâa classic of its sort, the letters neatly cut from magazines and newspapers. Occasionally, the writer had been fortunate enough to find an entire word. A few of the pieces were colored type, producing a collage effect. But it was not a work of art.
âC INDYâ âS NOT DEAD . S AM IS BETRAYING YOU . D ONâT TRUST YOUR HUSBAND .
A FRIEND
âI know one thingââPix had given her eyes one final swipe and was giving an awardâwinning performance of her old selfââwhoever wrote this horrible letter is certainly not a friend. The idea!â
Faith was staring at the letter.
âIt really is strangely wordedââA friendââ¦âbetraying.â As if the person has some sort of quirky Victorian manual on how to write nasty lettersâor watches a lot of daytime TV. And of course you donât believe it,â Faith quickly reassured Pix.
Sam Miller had, in fact, had one brief, disastrous affair during his particularly bumpy ride into middle age, but that had been several years ago. The young woman, Cindy, with whom Sam had chosen to dally had later ended up as a corpse in Alefordâs own historic belfry, discovered, in fact, by Faith. The suggestion of current adultery was horrible by itself. Bringing up the murder was particularly loathsome.
âNot for a minute,â Pix said staunchly. âStill, I wish he was home.â Pix was incapable of lying. Coupled with her tendency to speak her mind, it often resulted in revealing self-confession. Faith did not have this problem.
Tom sat down on Pixâs other side and took her hand. âThereâs no question that Sam is totally devotedâand faithfulâto you. But letters like this are intended to plant seeds of doubt. Itâs only natural to want him right here. When will he be back?â
âTomorrow night. But donât worry. Of course I want to look him straight in the eye, but even more, I just want him home. Who would do this to us?â
âThatâs what we should be talking about.â Faith thought it was time to get down to business. If they began to dwell too much on Sam, Pix would get weepy again and water those malicious seeds Tom had mentioned. âDo you have any idea at all?â
Pix shook her head slowly. âI never thought I had any enemies. You know, Tom, when you preached that sermon, âWho Is My Enemy?â I thought it was going to be about what we fight against in ourselves. Oh, I agreed with what you said, that we can become our enemyâthe thief, the slanderer, now the poison-pen wielderâif we donât forgive him, yet I truly canât think of anyone who would want to harm me.â
Faith had to agree. Pix was one of the best-liked people in Aleford and one of the few about whomFaith had never heard a negative word. It was astonishing. Still volunteering in all sorts of organizations her children had outgrownâPix had only recently stepped down as head of the cookie drive for the Girl Scouts, even though Samanthaâs uniform probably wouldnât even fit over her headâPix was the person Aleford called for help, ideas, and comfort. Which reminded Faith, who said, âI heard you were running St. Theresaâs blood drive this year? Are you switching pews?â
âMy friend Martha Stanley was doing it, but you know sheâs scheduled for a hip replacement and she couldnâtââ
âFind anybody else.â Faith finished it up for her and they laughed. It was a welcome diversion.
Tom moved them back on track. Although heâd been pleased that
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