Later, Gwen pulled out the folder of church documents to revisit the guest list. Elizabeth hovered nearby. “Need help?” she asked. Gwen hesitated, then handed her the list. “If you want to cross-check a few names, that’d be useful.” Elizabeth nodded and took a seat at the opposite end of the table.
For the next hour, they worked quietly, each focused on their own pile. Elizabeth didn’t interrupt. She didn’t comment on Gwen’s choices or question her handwriting. When she found a missing phone number, she just circled it and passed the page back with a short nod. It was simple, but smooth.