Mary Benedict tilted her head at him. The effect would've been helped if she'd had a little more movement from her stiff, black veil, but beggars couldn't be choosers.

[Maybe, I would not know, they do not speak of their charities after service. Only of their material needs.] She took the collection plate from Damon and touched his shoulder, for just a moment too long to be comfortable. [I should probably get back to my office and prepare this for tomorrow.]