It says ‘S-Ks of Maine, Freep, 11 A.M.’
“Hi, Mike. It’s Ward.”
“That was quick.”
“The file-room’s just a short walk down the hall,” he said. “Easy as pie. There’s only one thing on Jo’s calendar for the second week of November in 1993. It says ‘S-Ks of Maine, Freep, 11 A.M.’ That’s on Tuesday the sixteenth. Does it help?”
“Yes,” I said. “Thank you, Ward. It helps a lot.”
I broke the connection and put the phone back in its cradle. Yes, it helped. S-Ks of Maine was Soup Kitchens of Maine. Jo had been on their board of directors from 1992 until her death. Freep was Freeport. It must have been a board meeting. They had probably discussed plans for feeding the homeless on Thanksgiving . . . and then Jo had driven the seventy or so miles to the TR in order to take delivery delivery of two plastic owls. It didn’t answer all the questions, but aren’t there always questions in the wake of a loved one’s death? And no statute of limitations on when they come up.
