“A Bible?” Lina repeated, surprised, especially considering Katie’s latest arguments with Phil revolved around her desire to stop attending church. “Why?”

“I want to borrow it.” Katie crossed her arms over her chest.

“Is Emma still here?”

“Yeah, we’re going to her house.”

“You want to take the Bible to Emma’s?” The Bible was Phil’s, and Lina knew he wouldn’t want it leaving the house.

“No,” Katie sighed. “I just want to borrow it.”

“Are you going out without showering? Your hair looks—”

“No! Where should I look for the Bible?”

Moments later, Lina was handing Katie Phil’s King James Bible. “Thanks.” Katie walked off towards the door.

“Katie?”

“What?”

“Why the sudden interest in the Bible?”

Katie shrugged. “Why not?”

“Are you starting to like going to church?”

“No!” She scowled. “Why do you have to analyze everything I do? Why can’t you just let me look at a Bible without reading into it? It’s annoying,” she said before Lina could say more.

“Do you want to go to an Orioles game?” Logan called out after bounding out of Phil’s car later that day. “Dad says yes if you do.”

Lina, who had been on her hands and knees weeding a flower bed, came to her feet. “You two can go.” She wasn’t in the mood for a baseball game.

“He said he’d only go if you came too.” Logan stopped beside her. “Please.” He stuck out his lower lip like he did when he was a little boy and wanted something.

“Logan—”

“They’re playing the Yankees. Please.” He put his hands together like he was praying.

Lina looked away from the action on the field to watch Phil who, as he’d been doing almost since they arrived, was tapping on his cell phone. “Still work?”

He darkened the display, slipping the phone into the pocket of his shorts as he brought his gaze back to the field. “Work.” The side of his jaw was clenched.

“Dad? Could I have some money? We want to get ice cream,” Logan said.

Phil handed him some cash, and for the third time since arriving an hour and a half earlier, Logan and his friends went off to get food while Phil again took out his cell phone.

Lina laughed. “Why did you make me come if all you’re going to do is text work?”

“Sorry.” When Phil looked up from his phone, something in his eyes had Lina’s heart rate increasing.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“What’s going on at five thirty on a Saturday that is so urgent?” He rarely worked on Saturdays unless he was in the midst of an important trial.

He lifted her hand and kissed the back of it. “I’m done working. I promise.”

True to his word, Phil didn’t take out his phone again. Lina settled into the game, actually having a nice time as she drank a couple of beers, ate a soft pretzel and a hotdog and watched the Orioles destroy the Yankees, 10-0.