Mrs. Miracle 01 - Mrs. Miracle(59)

“But of course.”

Once she’d been granted the assurances she needed, Harriett felt free to continue. “I fear for the spiritual well-being of my dear, dear friend.” Unable to meet his gaze, she stared at her clenched hands. “I’ve discovered that…” She closed her eyes, hardly able to voice it. “That my friend has”—she paused for effect—“lusted after another man.”

“Ruth Darling?” Pastor Lovelace leaped to his feet, then quickly sat back down. “I’m sure you’re mistaken,” he continued in a less boisterous manner.

Harriett had feared it would come to something like this. She reached for her purse and withdrew an envelope. “I’ve kept a list of my observances,” she said, wanting it to sound as if the task had been repugnant to her. With a show of reluctance, she handed him the envelope. “You’ll discover that the first occurrence happened several months ago. In September…September seventh, to be exact, and right here in this very church.”

Pastor Lovelace lowered the envelope to his desk without opening it. Harriett had hoped that he’d read the mounting data for himself and save her the necessity of having to spell out what could only be the truth. The evidence was overwhelming, the conclusion simple.

“I’m afraid it’s Lyle Fawcett,” she said. “He’s the man who’s tempted her to this fall from grace.”

“This has to do with Ruth Darling and Lyle Fawcett?” Pastor Lovelace sounded incredulous.

“Why, yes.” His shock was what she’d expected. Apparently she was the only one diligent enough to recognize what was happening. To his credit, Lyle had been an innocent bystander, unaware of the course to sin his presence had wrought.

“It pains me to inform you that Ruth has eyed Lyle like a bird of prey every Sunday for weeks. It’s most disconcerting to find a woman married to a man as good and kind as Fred Darling ogling another man.”

“And you’ve discussed your concerns with Ruth yourself?”

Harriett’s back went ramrod straight. Discuss the situation with Ruth herself? She’d never heard anything so ridiculous in her life. One didn’t go about confronting people about sin. That was a minister’s job. While it was true that some less-than-charitable Christians might find it their duty, Harriett most certainly did not.

“Surely you’re not suggesting that I speak to Ruth about this? Why…I couldn’t. It wouldn’t be right.”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. It might surprise you to learn that matters are not always what they seem.” Although Pastor Lovelace’s eyes were kind, his words carried a sharp edge. “You might learn something.”

“There’s a link between the two, isn’t there?” Harriett had suspected as much from the first.

“I believe you’re right about that.”

“Aha!” She raised her index finger toward the ceiling.

Pastor Lovelace laughed outright and then had the good grace to look repentant. “I want you to promise me that you’ll discuss your concerns with Ruth Darling yourself.”

It was unthinkable. “I…I don’t know that I can.”

“It’s my feeling that if any of us has a question about one of our brethren, instead of asking others, we go directly to that person.”

Harriett didn’t like what she was hearing. It was the last thing she’d expected the good pastor to suggest. “Surely you don’t condone Ruth’s behavior?”

“It isn’t for me to condone or condemn.”

Harriett couldn’t believe her ears. The woman was flirting with the worst form of sin. Surely Pastor Lovelace recognized as much.

The pastor stood, indicating their time together was at an end. “You’ll do as I ask?”

Harriett’s mouth opened and closed a number of times. “If you’re sure…if you think I should.”

“I do.”

He seemed to be waiting for her to leave. Harriett fumbled in her purse for another slip of paper. “There are two others whom I’d like to report…” Flustered now, she unfolded the sheet. “Barbara Newton and Oliva Sanchez, and—”

“Have you spoken directly to them?” he interrupted.

“Ah, no, but I assumed…I thought you’d want to do that yourself.” That he suggested she would was nothing short of shocking.

“As I said, it’s been my experience that whenever one hears something unkind or negative about another person, the best course is to ask that person.” He paused and seemed to wait for Harriett to respond.

“But…”

“I know that you have a kind and generous heart for the people of this church.”

Harriett relaxed. “Indeed I do. I care deeply about the spiritual welfare of every soul who walks through these doors.”

“I felt you must. I know that you’d be the last person to want to create gossip.”

She planted her hand over her heart. “Never. That’s why I came directly to you with these matters.”

“All I’m saying is that perhaps it would be best to talk to these individuals yourself, in a spirit of love, naturally.”

“Naturally.”

“Ask if there’s any way you could be of help. Offer them your friendship.”